I know you're here. I know you're here and won't seem to leave on your own.
Who, what, you are is what I don't, though. I'm afraid I've run out of possibilities, and/or might have adopted denial for so long I can no longer tell which was what.
But for whatever it is, you're in the way, and I have to find you, and gracefully rip you to pieces.
The Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin
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