Please throw in the towel.
Your glory days are over.
Stop flogging that dead horse
Throw it on the fire.
Give up, please.
Stop milking the cash cow.
Stop destroying and mocking former greatness
Because when a titan dies
The hyenas smell it out.
Stop.
Stop right now and give yourself perspective, please.
I'm hard of hearing when your records come on
I tune in like they do and then tune out.
It's no myth greater than I deserve.
Please throw in the towel.
Your glory days are over.
Stop flogging that dead horse
Throw it on the fire.
Watch it burn.
It deserves to.
Leave a legend behind you.
Leave big shoes to fill.
Give up.
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