The End

I’m obsessed with success,
I’m willing to go through the stress and mess,
just to drink a bottle of plain water talking to the press,

It’s sad to think that I can’t drink the success water,
but success is not measured by the type of water you drink,
success is measured by the number of people turn up during your death,

I can see the sky is dark,
is this 2012 or is it just night,
is this my illusion or is it I’m right,
is the world that dark or is it I’m bright,

or this is a fight.

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