This is my little sidestory, besides
I am a ******, a *****, one who
thinks he will be loved but rides
a train of lies. What can he do

but be himself, knowing he'll never
make top shelf, half of his days
he spends thinking of different ways
to change, to go on with enough pride.

Quit while I'm ahead, stop with all
my confidence and walk away, so clever,
without shame. Things never fall
so hard off the bottom shelf. He died

yesterday, made place for a better man,
the main story is more than just a plan.