I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive. I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise. To fly. I wish today it will rain all day. Maybe that will kinda make the pain go away. Trying to forgive you  for abandoning me. Praying but I think I'm still an angel away. Angel away, yeah strange in a way. Maybe that is why I chase strangers away. They got their guns out aiming at me. But I become near when they aiming at me. Me, me, me against them. Me against enemies, me against friends. Somehow they both seem to become one.  A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood.