The format full of faults
Not for school, to prove that I
Have vision bequeathed from the skies
Inspiration comes in scores
But are hidden between half-locked doors
I�ve written ballads all in vain
Insensitive, yet they cause me pain
It�s not an assignment; it�s just for me
�Cause inside my head is that door�s key
Still, I�m alone, my words flow
So, pencil in hand, on paper they go
My words may seduce, but why the hell not?
My words hold what my body hasn�t got
True seduction is with wit and with mind
It has not distinction between unfair and kind
But can�t you be fair and unkind as well?
I�ve been both and been put through hell
Well, give it a shot, it can�t be that bad
But it brings you to the edge of what you once had
Regret nothing you do, do nothing you regret
I can�t think of a better motto yet
