Super Smash Bros Confession

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 and 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, it's trippy
Feel anxious and jiggly, puffing 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 unpack, 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 done with 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?
Link's in the description