My World
Creatures of habit, whimsical, and whim
So fleeting are our lives as we run to its end
I've always wondered what's the point
Only to find that that there is none
We live and laugh, go through thick and thin
And in time forget all these things
Every step to stay ahead
Just brings us closer to the dead
In this life rely on yourself
For nobody cares,never trust false help
These are the truths of a foul spoken world
A deathly pallor through its very core
-Kyle Joy

just n case this thing doesn't work