Not yet ready to die
Still don't want to have to deal with it all
Not yet ready for people to talk when I'm not there to defend
Still do not want them to cry when I hate
Ready to be set free
I can deal with things alone my way
Talk all they want, they'll never reach the truth
Cry for me if you will but I do not do the same
I don't want to see through your eyes
Even though mine are blind
Not ready to be show the truth in the clouds
Yet, always leave a mark
A/N: Vegeta's point of view after Frieza had blasted through his heart on Namek.