All on the line,
Stripped and battered,
Compensating for trying to hide,
Night-blind with the lights on,
If anything ever actually goes as you planned,
You can run and retrace your steps,
But otherwise it's a flop.
And in an instant you know,
That probably this was all your fault,
Please stand strong,
It could always be worse.
How many times I say that seeming ndescending,
But trust me when I tell myself that more than anyone else.
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