Worn by the anxious hours,
I've wasted under this cloud
That keeps throwing its load on me.
There I stand, wading in rejection,
And when it rains it pours like hell.
I will conquer the highest mountain for a place in the sun.
Determined, I will shake foundations of everything kept sacred.
Behind my crooked smile hide vanity and greed.
The two of my dominant traits repress
Even the bleakest sign of sympathy.
I will take whoever down.
And for those who relied on me
I offer my deepest apologise,
Not because I want to or need to (no!),
But because it is my twisted way to say:
«I'll be needing you again».
Again!
I will conquer the highest mountain for a place in the sun.
Determined, I will shake foundations of everything kept sacred.