I've just enough taste of my soul to survive, Yet far from enough to call me alive Damn Corruption, its fingers curled, Wrapped around this fake little world This isn't for me, it's just for yourself I see your insides, just go to hell But wait... that's what you are here, right? We're just the peons: numerical might. Sitting in offices, thinking we're bright Too stupid to even give you delight. Filled to the brim with teenage angst I've kept my cool and this is my thanks Religion, vanity, judgement, hate Don't forget your lies and disgrace This is only a piece of this tale So will goodness actually, this time, prevail? I've seen enough to make me hurl Through the eyes of a sheltered, teenage girl. Sorry, just wrote that out of randomness. Not even angry, really, but that's what came out. Weird. lol, well I'll see y'all. Happy V-Day again to my fellow fuzzballs. {^.~} Lucia Lockhart