 Once, I had a girl, or should I say, I once had a hell. Once, to be near, she wants my time, but I want my time just to sit around. But isn't she crazy, and isn't she nice, and I believe in her, and I believe in my own deceiving voice that made me rich and powerful like an ant. I've been too long too, but I like it. There ain't no one to be strong for, but I'll take that, because I'm a stranger in my own. I'm a senior chasin', I'm to reflect on what it is that you want, because I've seen your treasons. They are my reasons to distrust you and your kin. Let's go that again.