You sit and wait oh so damn heroically, for some sort of fate to play the game
Try as you and yours might to tame these homegrown inadequacies of yours, a rather harrowing need indeed to breathe all of the wrong colours which swarm all too gladly right in front of you – blinded by a crazy kind of light within, about to pull you to stereotypical pieces
We’ve been problematically waiting, contemplating your brand new and fresh as a daisy reoccurrence
A surefire must by all accords
When aforementioned inadequacies get to terrifically turn the sizeable table and finally sway politely in your every known direction
Discretion a thing of the past
You’ve been playing the underdog far too long
Now take my hand and run like never before, so you understand we do adore you
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