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Ignore the phone calls, but what's the cost?

(You think that you know when you know that you don't)

One day I'll look back at all the friends I've lost

(Your words they become obsolete with no hands, with no feet)

A futile feature

(You're a liar, you cheat)

Can't bring myself to talk

(You become what you're not with no roots, with no growth)

Bitter reminder of the shoes I used to walk

Bone of contention

Moral compass on the cusp

Self loathing defining now that makes two of us