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Letter From A Moron

Due to my shortcomings dear, I must apologize,
For all the lies I?ve told you as I looked you in the eyes.
For I?m not just a moron but a morons poor excuse,
For hanging from this length of rope and cinching up the noose.

I never once did wonder where it was that I came from.
It didn?t seem to matter on my path to be someone.
I?ve come so far and shed no tears it?s such a shame to go?
Now where was I, oh yes, I remember?

This rope, you see, it came to me from my dear old granddad,
It was passed down through the family tree and fell right on my lap.
At first it was a might too small but I learned to compromise,
By standing on your shoulders as to measure up the size.

It didn?t seem to matter, all these things of time and space,
Until a friend of yours and mine did slap me in the face.
This pedestal on which I stood came crashing to the ground,
It looks like I am falling?

I don?t think I?m prepared to go?
I don?t think I?m prepared to go?
I don?t think I?m prepared to go?

So free, oh free,
That?s where I long to be.
Indeed, in need,
Cut this rope of mine and set me free.

And now before I finally go I send my deep regards,
To you and all humanity, I know it?s been quite hard.
This rope, you see, was bound to me I could not cut it free,
But hopefully the next time round I will be made to see.

I don?t think I?m prepared to go?
I don?t think I?m prepared to go?
I don?t think I?m prepared to go?