Wrong, wrong, wrong...
Missed.
It's all wrong.
North to South.
East through West.
Not going to happen.
Just like those before me,
Won't even know until half's expired.
Reasons that betrayed the little I believe,
Won't ever pull them out before they're ripe.
Hang on to this artificial lease they now call life.
Well, F* it and what THEY've been making of it.
Though this still remains true of ideals and integrity:
Life is what YOU make of it
Ain't my fault. Ain't theirs either. Whose it is, I'll be searching...
H.H.H.H.H