"Neon ballrooms blind 3rd eyes
while star-lit fairy tales will forever light the sky
Midnight jitter-bugs will always lie
and no one likes you when your 25
Come to think of it, no one likes you while your still alive
Legacy begins the day you leave
Hearts become warm the day yours will freeze,
the day you pray "please"
but too weak to fall to your knees.
That is the day you become great,
That's the moment in your heart,
you feel everything...but hate."