I can sell you on how I can deliver.
But first you will have to sell me to myself.
Confidence died long ago.
Heart is buried in the bloody snow.
Optimism has abandoned me.
Pessimism is my finest quality.
Compassion is swinging from an old oak tree.
They say stay in your lane man.
I'm swerving like a drunk man.
Come and take my hand.
Let's jump off the proverbial cliff and see where we land.
They say stay in your lane man.
I'm an oversized load ain't I grand?
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