Emilia

Looks like you rule, working the bread line, regarding the other fools, think you're great, at other's demise, stop before it's too late, won’t make you feel good, what’s going on inside, face a block of wood, yet once again, eyes dance like fireflies, let them have their say, it might seem poor gruel, these cooked over lies, and all that you do, but here in this game, you race for your life, who holds the reins, ask yourself why?