I know you and I love you. I wish to tell, only when I do I am shut out by
your blindness and deafness I never knew you had. That you do not hear me
when I call nor see me when I stand in your sight. I love you, but day by
day I am learning that you cannot be loved by one such as I. So I am
getting over you and when you crawl back to me and the world you live is
gone I shall be blind and I shall be deaf. You filthy prep, I shan't hear
you speak. If you will be gone from me now so shall I then. So Good-bye and
shall bondage, bad luck, and irony grip you never letting you go with
chords of iron. Shall you be trapped in an abyss of despair.