Super Smash Bros Confession - Dan Bull, Dagames

This is a song about Super Smash Brothers

Although, I don’t think it’s the one you want to hear

But still, I’d like it if you, maybe, stay a while and listen

To this confession from the heart, prepare for my admission

All of my life, I’d never liked Smash Bros

I’ve been lying and tricking

I tried to pretend to like it just so I could fit in

I’m inside a pit, a dark pit of despair

I thought my life would be a Peach but this isn’t fair

Everyone else around me seems to play this game

Man, they really rate it

But the more that they praise it

The more I feel alienated and naked

I was at a party once, we gathered 'round the television

For a tournament, all taking turns to sit and get a hit in

I’d never win, I’m not competitive, at best;

indifferent

I don’t possess sufficient reflexes, I’m inefficient

I just don’t get the benefit when it’s forever hidden

Can’t see the meaning when it’s Greek to me as Hellenism

Am I uncivilized or do I see reasonless hedonism?

I’m pretending it’s incredible but in my head, it isn’t

I don’t really mean to be an endless well of pessimism

I’m just a mope and moaning is my coping mechanism

And admitting to this is the single best decision

I fucking suck at Smash Brothers, oh, bless, forgive him!

While critics are lavishing, damn their religious praise

I’m struggling understanding the physics

Knocked off a platform, then hopping right back up

That’s not very accurate gravity, is it?

Every win I predict, I fail

My world shakes of the Richter scale

I hate this damn franchise, how long will it prevail?

I feel like a Villager lost in a city of hustle and bustle

Impossibly busy

Can’t comprehend what I’m watching, I’m trippy

Feel anxious and Jiggly Puff-ing a ciggy

I’d rather by sitting on top of the lickeys

Now hand me a cloth, 'cause I’m washing the pity right off

Won’t be rid of the alien until I’m solving the riddle he’s got

And it’s rippley

Whether I’m Fox or Sonic or Chrom

Or Yoshi or Robin or Donkey Kong

I’m probably gonna be wrong

And feeling like God has just strung me along

It’s not that simple

There’s shades of gray in sinner or saint

But I’m just a cunt and I want it to end with minimal pain

When will I have any rest?

I’m happy to die a valiant death

I see your hands directing the characters as if they’re marionettes

While I’m an uncoordinated hell of a mess

Who hasn’t the stamina to carry stress

Or brainpower to hazard a guess

What are we doing?

I dinna Ken

So, I suppose you win again

Don’t worry your little head about it, Dan

You’re just being a friend

A snake in the grass, a wolf at the door

Damn, there’s a lot to un-Pac-Man

The black Clouds of comformity part

I vow to take my last stand

Alarm bells are ringing

And I’m seldom singing

From the heart with such wrath

But now, I’m coming out swinging

I made a song about it

Probably may be wrong about it

But now, I’m tired of keeping secrets

And I want to shout it

Don’t stop me now

Don’t stop me now

Don’t stop me, don’t stop me, don’t stop me

Don’t stop me, don’t stop me, don’t stop me

Don’t stop me, don’t stop me!

Is the bell icon toggled on?

I’ve got an Inkling

Do you like the tune?

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