Yep your where the bastards
Throwing away your life so I could strive?
I do love you for what you did
And this is not a God damn skid
Just do what I love now, a writer I think, and then I blink
Just putting emotions on paper, but yep,
I´m still if you push me a freaking alligator
I did write on paper- view
So then screw you
Still love ya you bastards
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.