Squeeze Squeeze Again

"Why do you hate someone?" "Why can't you take off those Manolo Blahniks?" Why can't you see for looking down at your tits and away wistfully into the past? And why can't you just talk to her? The human condition is to feel unworthy, except for those that feel the exact opposite, but I don't care what they think, because I hate them.
You can't tell or teach them anything, or stand their yelling or their monotone, weight. Soft light what breaks. Breaks soft life what.
I don't want to pay them back, I just want shod of them. That.