"To consider persons and events and situations only in the light of their effect upon myself is to live on the doorstep of hell."
TOO BIG FOR MY BRITCHES
It is not all about me, you see
In the garden of life I'm just one little pea
Let's take a crane and move my ego aside
Tone it down a little, my selfish pride
Every little gun is not pointed at my head
If it was I'd be stone cold dead
Every Cupid's arrow is not aimed for my heart
I'm not the focus of anyone's art
Consider the world did revolve around me
I'd be the target of hate in all humanity
I'd be so overwhelmed by love and affection
No mirror could be large enough to hold my reflection
I'd be the blame for global warming
They'd say I set the killer bees swarming
I'd be the suspect for each murdered corpse
I'd be the hero of whatever the sport
I'd much rather be one flute in the band
One little grain of a beach full of sand
Totally ignored for much of the time
With just a little piece of life claimed as mine
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