I read you letter the other day,
And I don't know what to say.
You finally got me where you want me,
You're going to make me pay.
It's not my fault you keep getting hurt,
You humans are so frail.
It's not my fault that my words sting,
You never read between the lines.
You know exactly what I mean,
When I do the things I do,
So what's so different now?
What the hell's wrong with you?
Maybe I was too harsh…
But that's just the way I am.
You know better than anyone else,
That I'm not the perfect man.
I'll never be an angel,
I've been a devil before.
And I'll never be rich and famous,
I'm content with being poor.
But just remember next time,
When my words really hurt.
That every time you fall,
I'll pull you from the dirt.
Every time life screws you,
I'll help you ease the pain.
And you know I'll always love you,
Every single day.
-Vegeta