Slave to it all once again I fear,
Slave to it all are the ones most dear,
Thrilling you all with my tales not real,
You believe in them time after time...
On hopeless days I sit and justify,
A wholesome life, of which I'm so deprived,
I hope and pray, that I won't stay around,
Too long to stain, 'cause I am nothing...
Hope someday?
I could be wrong...