We are shredding and grating. you do not understand that it is different for me.
I am a product. Shiny rapping. There is rhyme but not reason.
I must go back to my factory, back track the processes that brought me here.
Squeezed for details. Reflect it back on me.
Splash the citrus in my face.
I can't tell you everything that happened between us.
Let me have some of this for myself.
There may not be that much more to savour.
There is less of him these days....
