I see him in the mirror every day
He has been sitting there for a while
He has lied and whispered to me safe
I have a Monkey on my back
He started twisting what was good
We meet more secretly every day
His lies cut me like a knife
I know he wanted my life
Sometimes I lock my door
Want to everything should be as before
Then I want to paint the monkey white
But it's only me who goes there.
I invite him sometimes
Greet politely and shake hands
But he hasn't got me yet my friend
But if I call he's here again
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrgggggghhhhhh

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