Every year he's destine to jeer
to convert your smile into the darkest tear
In your moment of bliss and sealed with a kiss
You eye the abyss as the victim appears
Thrown to the wolves while you embrace the cold
So bold was your desire to destroy the world you know
This is unfair you cried while others died
You continued to sigh while defending lies
I'm alright and I'll be fine it's always their fault and never mine
I'll eventually get what's mine and in time you'll see I'm right
--John Smith
