The useless drags, the empty days. The lonely towers of long mistakes To forgotten faces and faded loves. Sitting still was never enough. And if you're giving in, then you're giving up. Cause in your sad machines You'll forever stay: Burning up in speed. Lost inside the dreams, of teen machines.

And in your sad machines, You'll forever stay Desperate and displeased-with, whoever you are.

The useless drag of another day. The endless drags of a death rock boy. Mascara sure and lipstick lost. Glitter burned by restless, Thoughts of, being forgotten.

Одиночество — это ещё не самое скверное в дни испытаний; самое скверное — сидеть сложа руки.

— Джон Голсуорси

Счастливы те, кто приближается в своей жизни к идеалу, сложившемуся в юности.