All you did was end me, yet you expect me to kiss your feet? Maybe it's better to stay ostracized as you're left to die. For I am everything; I am your brown eyes. For I am not naive, consent me. I'm the facade of your flawless epoch. Existentially, I will transcend from whom I long to be. I am the ubermensch, you are the nihilist. We'll write a symphony. Hand in hand, we'll take love down.