in denial

at last i can finally say that i know you inside and out. i know you forwards and backwards and sidewards. frontwards and all the other words of yours are known to me. you would be surprised to know how much i have learned about you. but i am not. no, not i. i have spent every waking moment with you. studied you, i have joked and laughed with you. now who is this telling me these things about you? what right do they think they have? telling me all of these foolish things that you haven't done. you couldn't have done them because i know you, and you would never dot hat. never, of course not. how absurd. and another. how silly they are. Go, go and tell them. tell them that it wasn't you. tell them because i know you. i know you inside and out. and you would never do these things. you would never. i know you far too well. they must be mistaken. and how many of them there are. what craziness. how could they hae even thought that this was you? it's not, because i know you. inside and out. and now, what's this? who is this? this isn't you. i know you. you would never do that. no what are you doing? this can't be you, this isn't you.