Late to turn my blog as dark as the darkest age, for which I will remember for life
This is all about respect.
There's no respect on us, who are paying for your food on table
There's no respect from us, for words and stories that you are telling.
You can force every mouth to sing the same tune, but you can never make them think the same way.
I never dream that one day you will be good, and respecting the rest whom we have grown up together.
In fact I never bother to know. Whether you are good or bad, as you are no longer relevant to me.