If it were up to you, it wouldn’t be up to me.
If it were all for you, none of it would be for me.
If you said everything, I’d have nothing left to say.
If you filled out the room, there’d be no reason left for me to stay.
If you drew my face, the image would somehow not be mine.
You take all the tickets and I sit here left with all the fines.
First and Ninth 
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