I’m happy to dream and hope,
That’s easy for pretty and young
But I’ll be not able to cope
With putting on airs when none
Do not tolerate all the same
Of ugly and old from now on.
I cannot be liked so I’m blame,
Without attraction I’m wrong.
Expecting for future revenge
On people, virginity, self
Will never again be a range
Who spent all his life for the sell.
Night before 07/13/2011