What the fuck good is it to be strong if you're alone? I didn't ask for this trophy I didn't WANT to have a heart so hard it could survive your scurrilous bullshit I am the peach-pit spit-out, dark and naked I follow the broken bottle trail to the edge where the cliffs are "unstable" sit out and watch the big stupid waves swell and break, one horrendous mistake after another and laugh at your weakness and massage my strength to intercede the emptiness Swell and Break the cycle of dreams I didn't WANT to be wise enough to realize that you are lost with a vague, blown-up goal and nothing to show for it I admit, I'm a wave striking the edge, making you feel unstable