ControI: If you weren't my victim
I wouldnt know the pain that I inflict and
The pain we ended thanking eachother
The fortunate misfortune of existance.
Learning to express my emotions
I dont suspect that I respect myself.
I dont tell myself the truth now how
In The hell do you expect that I could tell
It to you?
I Know I'm selfish, crave recognition,
Reignition of a flame that burned within but
Didnt endure, only injured.
Chose the leave motion instead of Devotion.
You were my blind ambition that I couldnt see to grasp
ControI: His life is like the beautiful orchid: a splendid sight to behold when raised and nourished under the most delicately controlled environmental conditions; but once the orchid is prepared for display, it is snipped from its roots, insuring wilting and certain death after a short time. This individual will be faced with the choice of being the overlooked orchid growing in a garden of thousands, or sacrificing his own happiness to be the beautiful flower on someone’s lapel.