>Finished with my YCP's
>'Cause they couldn't help me with my form
>People think I'm insane
>Because I bottle all the time
>All day long I think of frames
>In tournaments long gone by
>Think I'll lose my mind
>If I don't stop this big decline
>Can you help me
>Occupy my brain?
>Oh yeah
>I need someone to show me
>The things in life that I can't find
>Twenty-Sixteen never heals
>The burn of zest I'll always feel
>Make a joke and I will sigh
>And you will laugh and I will cry
>Happiness, I cannot feel
>My Dingbats lose all their zeal
>And so, as you hear these words
>Telling you now of my state
>My students made me second rate
>Have some bottle or share my fate