Sunday, September 09, 2007, 3:02 AM
Dear Frapps,
Who are we to whine about our lives?
For such silly acts intervene with the ties that bind.
Write me a love letter, sing me a love song.
Heartfelt I am no more, for everything is long gone.
Timespan is short, people change,
no limitations for whoever finishes the race.
Curse and swear, that's what the world do best,
repent or die, we just inherited a big mess.
I don't feel welcome here, get off my sight.
No drugs, no alcohol, to victory I'll fight.
Who are you to kiss my ass in times like these?
No guarantees for your safety even when you take a piss.
If I can be serious for a minute, I'll let my soul take control.
60 seconds of oblivion, 60 steps to knock me down.
Taste the victory as blood shatters with my sweat,
So what if you won? What would you gain in the end?
I surrender.