Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.
Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.
Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?
Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.
Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.
Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?
All he wanted was to be at the top of the mountain
Being able to show his superiority to those below him
Only those he wanted to bow to him didn’t see him that way
Vowing that he was nothing but a balloon filled with ego and hot air
Even though that hurt him, he laughed. That hot air and ego allowed him to float up high.
Maybe those dreams of grandeur are inflating your ego
Obviously weighing over a ton would be great
Under a pair of majestic antlers atop your head
Still, remember little one, there is a difference in what you are and your dreams
Even though it’s just a u and an o.
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Given his motives were so transparent
Linda almost decided to shatter his fragile ego
And she would have, but his daughter needed to know
So she enjoyed showing the girl her fighter pilot wings
She loved breaking his idea of a ceiling, both for her and her dad
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Even though the world does not revolve around me
Going as far as to say I should listen to you
Only makes you leave my orbit
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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