I feel the freedom of the flying pigeon
With fins of love I sail in the ocean
Noticing my presence stares envious grouper
Awful it feels while it knows the fashion
This feeling will end I'll be a stupor
When dreams break, they kill the illusion
Life is ruined love was to scupper
Faker he was is my conclusion
Promises at breakfast he broke by supper
Faith when shattered leads to depression
Helpless you stand they tag you quitter
Dont give up fight back with obsession
Focus and win you ARE the Designated hitter!!
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