About those who talk endlessly of outlandish plans, yet fail to accomplish or even acknowledge the even the smallest.
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9. GOOD INTENTIONS
So full of good intentions, you sat about though is all I seem to see,
Postponed again for another day, but nothing good, comes for free.
You expect the world, and set your sights in the sky.
But how can you hope to win, when you don’t even try.
Why don’t you set your sights, where you can actually see.
Outlandish aspirations, void of, reality.
Dream away the day, you dream away.
“Maybe it’s about time you get off your fucking arse mate”
So full of good intentions, so full of good intent.
But you’re still sat about doing fuck all mate, ‘cos’ you’re thick but you think you’re sick, and everybody but yourself knows the truth that you’re guna do fuck all because you say it everyday and you’re a dick mate. It’s fate, not hate, why would I give a fuck mate. I’m just tired of hearing the same old shit from you, ‘cos’ I hear it all the time and there’s nothing that I see you do.