I thought that you were a friend of mine, but no, you lied, pretended, coated a veneer wherever you go; I am not perfect but you are dreadful, a manipulator, I'm down the list, not really up there on your points score. However, enough doom and gloom - I told you to go, now I'm free, what a relief, I'd forgotten how slow you can be eaten away, like woodworm in the roof, debilitating, frustrating, as an aching tooth. I trust myself, only I know me, what I'm thinking, how can you ever be sure, certain of what you're getting; someone said: 'We don't want to be robots.' Wrong!' I want one - then I'll sing a song and we'll get along. Someone to love me, I'll press buttons - he can press mine, good energy level, no more excuses - now we have time.