Irritations

I may soon be useless already.
No, am I still OK?
Maybe, I'm chronic insomnia.
Or robot?

That day, you killed me at last.
Because I'm the man who will do that.
Maybe, I'm chronic insomnia.
Or ghost?

Don't leave me!
Go somewhere!
I hate you.
And I'm loving you.
That crazy love.
My emptiness.
This is the song you don't know.

Cruel words from gentle you.
That's because I worried you.
Maybe, you're chronic insomnia.
Or bitch?

Don't leave me!
Go somewhere!
I hate you.
And I'm loving you.
That crazy love.
My emptiness.
This is the song you don't know.
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