It's to much to believe.nOnly speaks in similes.nBut, in the end we'll come to see it's obsolete. nnPuts the practice into trials.nMakes endeavors all worthwhile.nBut, whether winnings glorified, idecide. nnIdecide, Idecide, IdecidennWe're making friends with matrys, who make their enemies, with themselves. nnThey'll take what they need and then give you back some;nJust enough to get by,nEnough sting to be stung, nEnough poison to choke,nEnough rope to be hung. nnHave mercy on me for I'll not give up;nEternally down on my luck.nWords wear no disguise when idecide. nnIdecide, IdecidennWe're aching from the pressure,nAll angles and all asides.nThe waitings not the anguish,nIts the ride. nnLet me know if you don't think you'll make the team.nSo it goes making love is never what it seems.