I am me
Refuses to voice a plee
I victim I am not, that's pure lose of sanity
I stay up late
To late to function correctly.
I live out my days infused with caffeine and nicotine
and some say that's not healthy.
But I don't care.
I write my path. I tore down the trees, limb by fucking limb
swam every pond and every river to prove to myself...
This dream isn't a dream, I want to make it a reality.
Twisted fate, and a twisted tongue to seal it with.
Lick the stamp and send it off to 170, south of ME.