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Don't pick up the call, she's cancerous,

eating at your heart, lungs devoured by cannibus,

not an activist, just an overall carer,

never the planner but always the preparer,

refuse to hear her, promise it'll happen again,

you'll hate yourself, feel strange in your own skin,

can't let anyone in, unless they keep at it,

all because a couple times you could have sworn you had it,

stuck on her like a magnet glued to a fridge,

but now that fridge no longer realistically exists,

must have been something i didn't, something i said,

for you to leave one way and return different instead,

can't take another night in my bed, minds stuck,

on every memory and moment that happened between us,

you sure seemed just, underneath you were a villain,

ready and willin to at any moment start dream killin.