So many things turn me inside out
So many faces fade in and out
So many lives are shattered in others' wake

So what is it that makes us cry?
Why is it that all hope must die?
What is left when the entire world is flawed?

And what can I do get back on my feet
And onto that road of shattered glass?

Does anyone really have answer to this tragedy?
No one is safe, when it comes down to it
And all we can do is try.

Such a great irony that our
strife
in striving
Is its own meaning, and our only purpose.
We live for
impossible improvement,
And the only thing we have left
Is some trial.
Some
grand,
meaningless test
Of our own uncertainty.

Well, I'll not have it.
F*ck those sanitary little tidbits
That control every one of us.
I'm gonna find my own path
Even if it be through the sun--

I will shine the brightest;
Ill not bend to you.

Applause!

Very deep...stand your ground

Awwwwwwww you go now do your own thing and never give it
be who you want to be not want someone else wants.

"I will shine the brightest;
Ill not bend to you."

To some, these words would cause their ears to bleed;
For others, like "burn" victims, the affect is that of Silvadene.

Well, I'll not have it.
F*ck those sanitary little tidbits
That control every one of us.
I'm gonna find my own path
Even if it be through the sun--


stand up and do what u want, hold your ground

By jove, I think he means Go ahead o-nnnnn with your badself!

haha. thanks everyone.

i think you get my gists.