what you need to know:
generally known as Matthew Yap (math*yoo*yap)
age eighteen
birthday first of feb
google thirteenmattyap@gmail.com
chained to somebody back home
writes ... unfortunately.
can say the alphabet backwards because it takes skill
plays the bass and piano

things to do/be in the future:
a leader of a terrorist group
a don of the first ever classy filipino mafia
a superhero because I just want superpowers
old because it would be really disturbing if i wouldn't be.
unlock the secrets of the universe wanna bet?
jump off the building and survive
find my own you-know-what Because the first one didn't work out as much.
Layout: lyricaltragedy
Pattern: tillyness

With our fists clenched and our heads held high
We live, we love, we die,
Let's face it, life's boring that way,
ordinary lives, ordinary, ordinary everyday

Sickening.

But we knew better than to live a safer path,
the rise and fall, to love with wrath,
The bullets keep coming, we've caused so much destruction,
thought of dying at any given moment, sensual seduction

Vendetta.

A pair against the world, it turns into a race
To outsmart the rest in this cat and mouse chase
They'll never catch us if we catch them first
Punishment for how they wanted us to be, not for the better but for the worse,

Difference.
Our motives, our methods, so inviting
Our purpose, our objective, worth fighting
But we both know someone has to lose, this war wont last that long
Our fates spelled out in one heart wrenching battle theme song

Consequences.

And yet the bodies still drop with each mark of the pen,
We realize we've angered the system again,
Our goals all demolished with solemn goodbyes,
All soaked with the bloodshed, the tears, and the lies

Conventions.

They want us to stop, saying its a crime,
to live in risk, to control time
We held on to each other until it brought the end,
and the only words left to say are, "I'm sorry, my friend"

Because we refuse to live, love, and die, like them.