This is your life, ending slowly. You waste it watching television and moping over some lost love that will never come back even if you sell your soul. Fuck off. You're already dead. You died once you left the womb and the doctor slapped you on the ass and half way drown you. You are a cold core of uselessness, useless because no matter how hard you try, nothing will ever be perfect. You say that you are complete, if you were complete, you couldn't speak, if you had everything, in all reality you have nothing... Your little girl, she is going to grow up and be a slut, your dog is going to be hit by a car, your money is going to go toward terrorism, your life, ha, your life is going to shit right before your very eyes.