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Howards Alias The Chameleon Script

I feel you dragging me down, Drowning my life support, You feed on my intelligence, Leaving your gentle rain... To soothe the aftermath you have created

I bet you think you've got it hard, Well you don't. Try thirty weeks without a conversation, then you'll know, Then you'll know. It's hard to find solace

Believe it, you went and threw it all away, I gave my life, not an inch. Exile, only made worse by the Tiresome hours wasted away inside this cage.

Do worse things always want to happen when I'm not With you? I don't want to suffer this world all alone. I'm trying to think of something to say, I

What do you say when you see me? Or do you wait until I'm gone? I don't care about you or your beliefs. Until you wage your war on me Put this silence

Don't speak (don't speak), don't shout (don't shout), I can hear you. You don't have to cry. And speak (and speak) about (about) how I should have Saved