When do you know you made it? Is it the money,the love that you receive? Or would you rather have nothing and let people love you for the things you don’t have? I mean, is your life willing to change for the girl that’s right,or would you rather be in love with the woman that’s wrong? What about the man that’s nice, or the heartbreak one that makes you feel alright? Are we supposed to have some thoughts like these? Or cut our wrist and watch it bleed? Look into my eyes and tell me you know my soul,you wouldn’t handle the things I know. It’s a cruel world that we live in,but this time I’m gonna get it right…still success is addicting, like the thrill of selling your soul. What’s the moon looking like? I wonder if we get a second life? If we do, just fuck it right? If it doesn’t make sense, then I guess I’m wrong, but you wouldn’t understand me even if I explained it. This is an open letter for whoever,our life is whatever we make it out to be; right?