We have something in common, you and I.
I have the feeling we're both scared of the same thing.
I think you're dealing with it better than me. You've seen me, I act out.
I wish that none of this had happened.
I wish I could sleep at night.
Do you think he knows? He probably does.
Do you think he recognises how big a part he plays? He probably doesn't.
At some point in the future, things might turn bad. It's always kind of been lurking in the background. I'll try to avoid you. I think we'll still have something in common.
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