Sometimes i get tired, of rolling out of one fight, into the next, lying in the dusty street, scrapes on flesh, i only wish for peace, but life chooses not to grant me that, so i remain defensive, an 'angry twat', sometimes i get tired, of shedding tears, for people who are undeserving, and sometimes i lose faith, in the people i am serving, sometimes i wish to be left alone, but do not wish to be lonely, i would rather be blessed with one real person, than an army of snakes and foneys, sometimes i wish, to co-exist, with both sides of my mind, but if one side was to provail in the fight, i fear id be partialy blind...