The Lost succeed eventually
A revolution in a century
A sliver isn't worth a dime
Because no one fears the sliver's climb
A breath of air will bring delight
While the stars are burning bright
Now the stereotypes are a part of me
Stories of nature and self-pity
"I hate myself and hate my friends"
The normal poet's tragedy never ends
"I wrote this because she broke my heart"
"I wrote this because my life has been pulled apart"
"But I still love all the flowers"
"Because of the spirit that it empowers"
These are the words some live by
This is what we think we must apply
Living by a stereotype
Please do get caught up in all the hype