I'm so glad It's over. Now I can focus. But it's bittersweet to know you still suffer. There's a reason to every little rhyme. Now that you see it's not worth it, how will you buy your way out of this one? You've drilled yourself far beneath my feet. And you scream but your lungs cannot reach me. Down there you've got pots and porridge. I'd let down a rope if I had one to spare.