With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
...but the words that you say Butch...are getting very predictable. What did you do, just erase Eddie’s name from the script and put mine in its place? This is the exact same premise, the exact same reasoning, the exact same rant you went on with him Butch. You’re trying to paint two very different people with one incorrect brush. Maybe you should turn your brush on yourself, because the words you say apply to you more than anyone else you speak about.
There’s no smoke and mirrors here. I don’t buff up, puff up, and continuously show myself to be this “invincible warrior”...that’s what you do, Butch. That little MMA workout scene….it’s been done. Talon did it, when he faced me, so you can’t even be original in your false words and rants. You’re becoming boring Butch, and that’s why you’re trying sooo hard to get back in Hans’ good graces. For everything I have done and may still do to him until he stands before me in the ring one more time, at least I’m man enough to tell him I’m coming. You’re trying to be his friend again, only to stab him in the back when the time is right. Sad thing is Butch; you won’t get the chance, unless Hans rigs his little lottery so that you get your chance before I get mine.
You’re grasping onto Hans’ coattails so hard that it’s making you blind to the real world...either that, or you’re too dumb to understand a higher plane of thinking. Inside every story is a very real message, and since your lack of higher brain function didn’t allow you to get the picture, let me make it crystal clear for you.
Sunshine = spotlight
You guys are hoarding it for yourselves, and my teammates and I are coming to get our fair share of it.
I knew that I was on a higher mental plane than you Butch, but you just basically confirmed it to the entire world. At least Hans knew enough to not speak on things that were above his intellect, but oh no, not you Butch. You charge in with rehashed words and false bravado. You’ve estranged yourself from your family, your blood, because you couldn’t be the “One Man Tartan Army” without Senester’s help. Come on Butch, you want to talk about smoke and mirrors? Let’s talk reality then.
Every action of mine has been done in the light. Every success, every failure, every thought is laid bare for the world to see. I have nothing to hide. I’m a self made multi-millionaire. I’ve provided for my family, and never had them turn their backs on me. What about you Butch? Your own sister wants nothing to do with you. She had made peace with her fate, and you took that away from her, not because of some noble ideal of saving her life, but because if she died, you would have to become responsible for someone other than yourself, and you wanted no part of that. You couldn’t take care of your nephew Sean, and you didn’t want to take of him again, and your other nephew and niece. It would have required you to start looking out for someone other than yourself, and the “almighty” Butch Parker couldn’t let that happen, could he? So you ran to Senester, did his dirty work, and had him bring Diana back to life. Not for her, but for yourself. Because you weren’t man enough to take care of your family. And to top it all off, you let Senester and one of his lady servants have your baby...your seed...and you put up not one second of fight to keep the child...your child...that she will have. That is the Butch Parker that you try to bury from the world, the Butch Parker you don’t want the fans to know about.
Smoke and mirrors. That’s all you are Butch. I own every failure that I’ve suffered, and every action that I’ve done. I don’t care if anyone in this world likes what I do or what I say, because my foundation is set on truth. My successes and my failures. My words said and actions done. I own it all. You can’t say that, and that is why I’m a better man than you. So bring me your rehashed, tired, repetitive insults, words, and false bravado. It’s all you have left Butch. And that won’t be enough to defeat me. Consider yourself raped with no Vaseline...
Today, nobody cares
But tomorrow, they will
Today, nobody cares
But ohhh tomorrow, they will...
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