That is spun up, for no entertainment of mine
I refuse to play, I refuse to pay, and I refuse your complaining
I will wait and wave, and smile as I watch you walk away
For all of your insecurities, and your need for assurances
That are just pointless creations, an indulgence of your thoughts
I refuse to fly into such incessant storms, and I ignore your muttering
I will let you be, as you fall into the dark of sad utterings
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