You can’t achieve, under achiever.
Here she is again in this mind of mine all snowing with blizzard hail and rainy and pale.
Like a crustacean when I needed a whale all fickle and frail.
Intangible with insurmountable proof.
No matter the choices it’s all no use.
How aloof this deceiver this ridiculous make believe you can’t achieve, under achiever.
Here she is again wearing thin the voices of reason with her ghostly skin all pale and thin.
You can’t touch me, you’re not real! Run horror run.
I’m the king of my queenery and you answer to me.
Just because you sound convincing occasionally doesn’t mean I’ll let you win.
You’re all illusion and might.
Meet logic – hold tight.