What We Do

What we do

     It’s not easy

                It’s damn well hard

There is nothing easy about it

                     Nothing in the slightest

     We struggle every day

EVEYR DAY 

                We strive for P.E.R.F.E.C.T.I.O.N.

But what is perfection?

                           Why do we want it so bad?

     I guess I’ll never really know the answer.

                Only that I wants it.

And if it takes dying to get there,

                     Then so be it.

I will never be happy unless I am perfect,

                           Unless I have full control over everything I do,

           And if that never happens,

                Then I won’t want to live anyway.