The courtroom drama in my head goes on without end, the prosecution continues with violent attacks - whore fraud fake liar bitch backstabber. I try to defend you, but I fail to even fabricate evidence in your favor. Yet a verdict is impossible. Do I hate you? No. You've faded into something I don't recognize. You are Deja Vu, familiar and undefined. I know you? Do I know you? Don't I know you? You, you remind me of someone I once loved.