Sun down, sun up. I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things i appreciate. I lie in rhythm to open doors. I follow suit and just want more. My reputation is the same it's been, And i don't care what happens. I read the book, so i know the end. I've probably said too much, But i've never felt more accomplished. I'm losing sleep. I'm losing friends. I've got a love/hate/love with the city i'm in. I'll count the hours, having just one wish. If i'm doing fine, there's no point to this.