by themyriad
It’s physics reallySwinging upAnd falling down freely I know,She is
capable of greatnessEven thoughHer act can
also be pretty outrageous When she’s
upGood glorious
godIt’s like
she’ll never stop But when she’s
down ohInfinity hitsHer heart
filled with sorrowHer head caught
in angry fits Can somebody pleaseTell her
everything will be alrightIn words
that she can believe? My dear, I know
what they say“Get a grip”This from
the people who think in greyThey don’t
realize they’re part of the trip Pushing the
swingInstigators and
heartbreakersCutting of
one, and then the other string So here’s a
toast to people whoFeel in
black and whiteHere’s to youWith your strong
sense of wrong and right High may you
swingAnd when you
next come downIt will only
herald the final leap before you take wing
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