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I think we should play a game.
You go home, snuggle down in bed,
I'll stay here and tie this noose,
Who'd miss me if I were dead?
Someone pass me a razor blade,
Maybe I'll hurt myself instead,
Stay by my side, I beg in tears,
Shaking from the words I almost said.
Oh, brain, I thought you were coming in today.
I'm not, I got sick again.
Oh, that's a shame. Will you be in tomorrow?
Maybe. I'll try.
That's great, well, I'll leave you to your sickness now. Goodbye.