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A day will come when all my past failings will be as water beneath the bridge,
and I'll be shining like a star for all the world to see,
and all the doubt and self-loathing will be as a bad dream,
and I'll be one truly happy mother-fucker again.
And you'll come to stand before me, and you'll say, "Man, am I so happy you made it at last!"
And you'll try to pretend you've always been there, silently cheering me on from the sidelines,
and that you didn't REALLY mean what you said back then, it was just "tough love, y'know?"
And I can't wait to spit in your smiling face,
and walk away, and man, I hope the cameras catch your blush.
Don't try that with me.
Because it'll be way too late then.
I've never apologised for being a work-in-progress,
my edges are rough, my polish needs a whole lot of buffing.
I'll never deny it.
But hey, go ahead and dump me, go ahead and cast your judgements,
Feel free to draw your conclusions, smug and pretty in your preconceived notions of what I'm "really" like.
Just wait, just wait...
Because one day, I'll find my spine,
and when I do, I'm going to cheerfully impale your sorry, two-faced, fair-weather asses with it.
And believe me, it's going to feel good.
But to those who have stuck with me, who still continued to hold faith that maybe the trainwreck they were seeing wasn't actually so bad after all, who continued to have faith in spite of all reason...who continued to trust that they still saw a star where others saw garbage...
You have no idea the love my heart holds for you, and the gifts I will grant, when finally, finally, I find my godhead and I remember my secret name.
Because that day IS coming. Maybe not now, maybe not soon. But it's coming.
And believe me, I have a crazy long memory.
and I'll be shining like a star for all the world to see,
and all the doubt and self-loathing will be as a bad dream,
and I'll be one truly happy mother-fucker again.
And you'll come to stand before me, and you'll say, "Man, am I so happy you made it at last!"
And you'll try to pretend you've always been there, silently cheering me on from the sidelines,
and that you didn't REALLY mean what you said back then, it was just "tough love, y'know?"
And I can't wait to spit in your smiling face,
and walk away, and man, I hope the cameras catch your blush.
Don't try that with me.
Because it'll be way too late then.
I've never apologised for being a work-in-progress,
my edges are rough, my polish needs a whole lot of buffing.
I'll never deny it.
But hey, go ahead and dump me, go ahead and cast your judgements,
Feel free to draw your conclusions, smug and pretty in your preconceived notions of what I'm "really" like.
Just wait, just wait...
Because one day, I'll find my spine,
and when I do, I'm going to cheerfully impale your sorry, two-faced, fair-weather asses with it.
And believe me, it's going to feel good.
But to those who have stuck with me, who still continued to hold faith that maybe the trainwreck they were seeing wasn't actually so bad after all, who continued to have faith in spite of all reason...who continued to trust that they still saw a star where others saw garbage...
You have no idea the love my heart holds for you, and the gifts I will grant, when finally, finally, I find my godhead and I remember my secret name.
Because that day IS coming. Maybe not now, maybe not soon. But it's coming.
And believe me, I have a crazy long memory.