People' always telling me don't bite the hand that feeds me,
I feel the pain although emotions tend to leave me
I've gone deaf to your plea for you no more I'll grieve,
grieve for me cos' no longer to you am I week,
I dream about it, thinking now, nearly everyday,
waking up and being free with you off my case,
no criticism
to ignore or pointless rules to break,
the void of you completes my life in almost every way
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