Mr. Editor,
By all means whoever you are you without doubt rock.
There is courage. I see there is light I believe.
There is creativity I learn. There is three cheers for you.
I like you Mr. Editor there is nothing wrong about you.
Sometimes I can’t believe your human. Your like the fire starter in me.
Then there is ash.
Women put me down all I ask for is their love.
And then they misunderstand. I think I have relationship issues.
So I have. I hope my editor will understand. Because all I do is for the paper.
I need but the reason to live Mr. Editor.
I can life now that I fear no death.
And I’m ready to be a journalist.
I don’t care if I even die a bachelor.
And I live alone.

The tragedy is that even I but remain in your arms. oh woman.
you betray me. Our love is over.
And so may be my life.
You enjoy this as if you are free but you can’t be.
My spirit and yours are attached.
you still feel empty.

And I but free.
She forgives me.
Anotherwhom I betray.
And thus I live.
I see now there is but light.
There is but love.
There is something to write.
I hope you don’t die.
I hope this is the best way I got your attention.
By spreading that vicious rumour.
I Spread my love.

Others misunderstood it but I twusted the whole thing
Others are my enemy but bad blood’s gotta go right.
you may be a problem But you are gonna die right - as you are but temporary

My thy be permanent.
Editor to you I dedicate.