...and the worst part is you don't know it.
Who taught the bat to fly? It sure as he'll wasn't the dove.
I break my back for the smirks I receive. And where does it get me? Where does it get me? I sit on top of the world you don't accept. And I sit alone. I sit alone at my throne.
Well I recall a time where you thought highly of my judgement and my misadventures. Well honey I don't have the time to cover up my fallacy. So take my word for it and we will both sleep better, both sleep better...
...at the bottom of the lake where they found my wishes. The only change I would ever spare. So throw them all back. They were mine to begin with.
Goodnight.
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