God, if we're both strangers trying to convince little children that our candy can be trusted, it doesn't help that I have to wear the ghoul mask. And although my candy isn't poisoned, that doesn't help right now.
And you know little kids don't care about lab tests. But maybe when they're older? My candy'll never go bad, but I personally am an impatient sort. Still, the important thing is that the good candy gets to the children, not that I necessarily see it happen.
Grumble, grumble, grumble. Fight the good fight.
Clashing cymbal, clashing cymbal, clashing cymbal -- is that all I am anymore? Where's all the charity? How'd I think I had it if I didn't? Which way do I move if everytime I try I fall right into the cymbal heap? BANG! Where're my flutes? Where's my guitar? Soon as I find it I swear I'll be under your window playing a serenade. Oh, but I've got to learn the notes, first. Cause right now I've just got these two big pieces of metal. I try to touch them nicely together, but it never works, I guess. BANG!
I feel like I'm playing chess in the dark. I can make my moves, but I don't know what the other person's doing. Or if they've got someone else on their team. Or two people. I don't know when they've made their move, much less what they're thinking. As far as I know they've changed it around and we're playing chutes and ladders now. I'm not sure they're even still here. But gotta keep going... pawn forward, queen back, protect the king, up the ladder... C'mon, just tell me where you moved! BANG!
Why isn't it working like you said it would? It's me, I know it. I know it and I try and change it, but it doesn't seem to work.
It's like when you're the little second grader and you've got this friend who only wants to hang out with the fifth grader. You've got a really cool marble and potentially a love note from the boy two desks down, but face it... a fifth grader. No contest.
I'm not supposed to be boxing, so I put down the gloves. But hey, wait, I didn't realize we were waltzing, either! And hey, you guys, waltzing doesn't work with three people so well. Hey, I'm over here! Don't you think we could just find something better? Hey, we could play chess, at least! Then I'll be able to try. Yeah, I don't care, we can play with the lights off, and you can be a twosome.
I can't find my guitar, but I can't make any noise without the cymbals. Is it just the cymbals that are so bad, or is it my singing, too? Cause I only know this one song, and I know it's supposed to be softer, but I get so carried away and I just want you to hear the song like it should be played. But I'm not a very good singer, I guess.
Bang.
Lord, please. Am I not supposed to be involved? I thought that was what you told us to do. So you've got to be my voice. And more than that, because I'm up against a Goliath and I'm really too dizzy to see where I'm standing.
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