Dear Michael Potter,

"Blogger.
I walked off to find anything that would leave you bitter and alone.
in a sour state of mind, you;re always in search to find, that person who would take you home.
Nylon burns quicker,
acid tastes thicker, and yet Im still living and yes I'm still alive.
Because you're alone now, I feel composed now...
That even rich men aren't too rich to cry,