Turn off. The fucking. Lights.
they do try to bring me down, they try very hard.
But I stand up and stare at them and say:
-Is that all you've got?
Of course it never is. They've always got worse. But so far - so far - whatever they've done hasn't been able to beat me.
Perhaps that's because they don't really know what side they're on anyway. Perhaps it's because most of them turn around and go:
-Ha ha, just tricking, here have a hug.
And then I realise that they are all standing up too. But they're standing next to me, side-by-side. And if I look a little closer I finally realise that I'm looking at a mirror. I'm staring myself in the face. And I'm trying to tell myself something. And slowly but surely I'm getting through.
And that's because all those people I can see next to me, they are silently, in their own way, pushing me forward.
But I stand up and stare at them and say:
-Is that all you've got?
Of course it never is. They've always got worse. But so far - so far - whatever they've done hasn't been able to beat me.
Perhaps that's because they don't really know what side they're on anyway. Perhaps it's because most of them turn around and go:
-Ha ha, just tricking, here have a hug.
And then I realise that they are all standing up too. But they're standing next to me, side-by-side. And if I look a little closer I finally realise that I'm looking at a mirror. I'm staring myself in the face. And I'm trying to tell myself something. And slowly but surely I'm getting through.
And that's because all those people I can see next to me, they are silently, in their own way, pushing me forward.