I lost my voice in a flat in Norwich. I'm a mess, I'm a mess, I don't represent myself anymore. I lose friends on a bi-yearly basis. Goodness sake, I've suffocated again. Does anyone wanna form a band?
I'm kinda surprised by your disdain for me, and I'll pretend that I care with my Sympathetic Accent Syndrome.
Mate, I hate your company. Don't wanna be in your vicinity. You're like a brother to me, but not one I wanted to see now.