Fortune favours the brave.
The cliched man said
But he had never suffered
He lived outside of his head.
He unlike me, could see past the wall
Of heartache and misery
Of blushes and the crush of the fall.
When the spotlight descends
And the questions are asked
I shrink like a violet
He erupts like a volcanic blast
I cannot defend me
From the wrath of his swagger
For in the dark of my confessional I know,
He's all that I'll never.
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