Numi – "Say Everything!"

What’s the secret of my success, how did I do it? It’s simple because no one told me I couldn’t. Lack of encouragement is better than words of woe, hold the mirror up so I know just who to follow.

Can I make something of myself outside the mold that’s cast for me. Inside I still don’t know right from wrong, underneath there’s a pathetic mess. Those scars I inherit, vs the ones conveniently left. Can you expect that anything I say make a bit of sense.

Back in the day, it paid good odds that I wouldn’t even make it this far. When I vault make sure you hurry and raise the bar. The fame and the fortune no trace in my veins. Open my mouth, then some or most just declare me insane.

What difference does it make all the wasted years are behind me now. I’ll make something from nothing just stick around. Will anyone ask me for forgiveness before the final scene. I’m on line waiting my turn in the Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Machine.

No shirt, no shoes my feet are clean. No fingerprints around the neck that screams. Lead pass or follow, I always need to be extreme. So in this an eternal optimist I will always be…

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