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"Journey's End"

How come you told me this:

That you always won?

How in heaven's earth did I

Did I gain your trust?

I never did I ask for it

Oh I surely won't beg

But go on and lay your glory

Just make up your bed

Babe you're infantile

But the others won't see

That you waved and curtsied

While you snickered at me

Oh! Silly little games you

You like to play

Is wearing me thin and out

But I have no say

That you'll win at every game

That you encounter

They'll throw you a parade

Graced by your honor

But nobody knows, you see

No one knows, but me

You may have won your journey's end

But baby, you cheat

I tend to shudder at you

As you enter the room

Your charisma overwhelms me

But not much that I can do

Do you ever just listen

To the sound of your own tune?

Or maybe an idea keeps hatching

And you think you're true?

Baby you're infantile

But the others won't see

That you waved and curtsied

While you snickered at me

Oh! Silly little games you

You like to play

Is wearing me thin and out

And I hate to say

That you'll lose at least a single game

That you may encounter some different shades

You might not know this

You might not even see

You may have won your journey's end

But baby, you cheat

Oh!

It's not only hurting you but

It's hurting me