There’s just something about me
You can’t quite point it out
It makes you want to hate me
Makes you want to shout
I doubt you’ll ever know exactly why this is
Or why I had to choose you
From out blue, it seems
I don’t even know why
I’m like a broken compass
Useless little trinket, sentimental loveless
Tiresias.
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I’m wondering why you commented that. Are you comparing me to a blind prophet?
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Insight.
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