An ego drop

“There’s no harm in trying” they told me. But that’s a lie. There’s a lot of harm in trying. But there’s also harm in not trying, to be honest with ya’ll. But that’s too much of a self-help talk. That makes me sick. I mean it. I kinda hate pep talk. No kidding. You have no idea of what kind of person I am. You’ve got no idea. Years have passed since the day I’ve decided to try and be polite. You know nothing ‘bout me. That’s part of the music though. And you’re charm in person. I figured I’m not making sense. That goddamn book got on my nerves. It does a lot of damage to my mind – or at least to my social life. But it’s not worse than you. You are actually the best definition of impact I’ve ever seen. Never would I have imagined such a mystery. But I can read your curves alright. Believe me. There ain’t no words to describe the mess we are living in, but I’m trying really hard, cuz you’ve hypnotized me, and made me believe that there’s no harm in trying.