Listen little sister, listen closely to my saying.
Will you quit to f** your mind and rebegin in thinking straight!
f** the little f**ers who are leading you astray.
Don't you realize? They don't like you to evolve.
All they want is have you stay on the same place as they.
Strayed on the desolated Isle of Mediocracy!
Feeling what you're feeling is a gift you cannot waste.
Dreaming what you're dreaming. Becoming what you'll be.
Your future will have glory. You shall pa**, you will surpa** the grey array.
Surpa** the ma** so they will pray to you and praise you with their accolades.
They will claim to be your peers, they will appear to do you favors.
They, Victoria, believe me, will be faint!
You will know to be the better one, you'll never play their little games.
And later you and I will know what reality is really for:
To live, and die, to strive and crave.
Crave for the future, strive for the knowledge, live just for living's sake
And die on your way to have the best and even more until you have it all and never cease to seize the day.
Little sister, this all I can safely state.
It's all I'm able to explain.
I hope you mark my words.
For they, someday, I think, will truly make you great!