Every single time I rhyme You get to me This obliverating mind of mine Grows and incompletes Everytime we're eating We're conceiving We're supposed to be at the family meeting You cry to me; we need more counciling You say your bleeding You say your crying You say what a script says You really are leaving And we just might be friends Don't wait for the colors to collide For us to divide Make a choice; Don't wait Make a choice; Make me die I Just Hate This Blind Settlement