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By Bridget O Date: 2002 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.10.19.28.16634]] |
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It's strange what human beings will do for love. We march right on in to love like were freaking Lancelot On our gallant steed With no real concept of the dragons that await us. But we do it anyway, WHY? You may ask- Because deep down in our heart, In the darkest little corner We still believe in that timeless fairy tale: Love conquers all. YES! LOVE WILL SOLVE EVERY ONE OF OUR LITTLE MEANINGLESS PROBLEMS!! Of course, What else is it there for? And Lancelot gets throw all over the castle It's embarrassing how badly he can be broken, Because the heart is supposed to be stronger than that Right? RIGHT??????? It's strange what we'd do To find a sense of meaning, Belonging. Even though we get our asses whooped TIME AND TIME AGAIN, We still march in on our white horse Trumpets blaring Banners waving Like we are somebody important, Not just some lousy peasant Trying to belong in a world That no one is meant for. So where the hell is my horse? Start up the trumpets And dust off the banners, Because I'm going in. |