I sit in these walls of suffering and reflect on my actions,
I miss the world I used to know of human interaction.
I look at myself and wonder why I did what I did,
Amid the people looking and, on vacation in Madrid.
If only I knew what my wife was thinking, cheating on me like that,
Guess I'll ask her in 15 years, I'll just talk through a baseball bat.
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Woman:
OOoo ya, keep going I love this and you,
'What about your husband in jail?" I don't care I demand you!
He killed someone I could never love him again,
I thought he knew I was cheating on him with his best friend.
He said it was ok, or maybe I was just dreaming,
But I keep his picture here, framed so when he comes back he knows he used to have a meaning.

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