Keep telling me all the things I hate to hear,
They ways in which my failure is guaranteed.
Nothing fosters victory more than my own tears
As I fight to prove you wrong, to make you see.
The victory that lies ahead will come at your expense,
As you realize how wrong you were to say such foul things
The clarity is there, I get it, you are dense,
That won’t stop me from climbing, it’s not over till she sings.
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