All the best teams
are broken up now
what’s left seems
so frail somehow
it must have been
a spirit of another age
all that we’ve got now
it seems
a spirit to disengage
really what’s so bad
about being second fiddle
the benefits of following
surely aren’t such a riddle
I’d love to be somebody’s foil
rest easy in their shadow
let them take the spotlight
let the the public pressure
press them flat, oh
but but those days
it seems are done
you’re no one or
the chosen one
and I know which boot
fits this foot
and just which place
that steel toe will be put
what
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