You
are
nothing
like
me
So
don’t
pretend
you
are
You’re
just a
mother
fucking
wannabe
Who
took
things
way
too
far
True Colours
What
else
did
you
lose
She
asked
On
the
day
he
died?
All
the
love
and
respect
I
once
had
for
you
She
bitterly
replied
Ceasefire
Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic
Is
enough
to make
you see
That what
happened
to us was
your fault
And you
should
apologise
to me
Old Faces
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
On Future Dates
I
know
that
I
agreed
to
this
But
now
I
am
quite
scared
What
if
I’m
late
to
meet
you
Or
my
ability
to
talk
is
impaired?
What
about
if
you
realise
When
you
look
at
me up
close
That
I
really
am
quite
old
and
tired
And
the
thought
of
kissing
me
is gross?
On The Uptake
Is
this
the
part
where
we
kiss?
Be
sure
to
let
me
know
I
wouldn’t
want
to
miss
such
bliss
Because
I’m a
little
slow
Public Address
Disperse
and go
homeYou
ignorant
sodsYou
should
not needTo be
told by
the plods
The Virus Doesn’t Move – We Do
The
enemy
isn’t
out
there
It
lives
within
us
all
That’s
what
makes
it so
deadly
And
what
will
be our
downfall
Could Be Worse
If I
have
to read
Another
status
update
I think
I will
be sick
I
get
it
You’re
bored
With
nothing
to do
But
stop
moaning
You
selfish
prick
Sanitised
Don’t
come
anywhere
near
me
I don’t
know
where
you’ve
been
There’s
no way
you are
touching
me
Until
your
hands
are
clean
Breathing in 2020
Quod me nutrit me destruit
According To You
Always the
heroNever the
foolNever the
villainBut always
cruel
