its a rough tide outside,
my legs are weak i can't stand firm
i know it'll be over
soon..


woke up with the smell of fresh air
the sweet scent of liberation
im sure i'm ready this time
my confidence this round
is not a membrane sheilding my fear.


a fortress which seems too strong
however invaded by an army of complacency;
the ground cracked wide open
gaping cliff waiting to swallow anyone who fall..


sadly,
you nose-dived down..


goodbye..

ORD lo! gimme back my Pink IC..

-Dats Life-