My arrogance got me here. I boasted in front of millions. I declared that I was the best. I am undefeated I said. Why did I lose if I was everything I said I was? Why am I being compelled to fight for my liberty?

Forcing me to spend my eternity underground. He saved me when I had given up hope. Or so I thought. He offered one prison in exchange for another. He made me an offer in return for my freedom. I accepted because I was not foolish enough to give up my independence. Or perhaps I was foolish enough to jeopardize my life. I'm still not sure which. And I know I'm going to die. I am certain. I'm going to die, but I refuse to go down without a fight.

I am the greatest.

I'll show anyone who thinks otherwise.

This isn’t a fairytale. Love and friendship will not be able to help me. There will be no prince to save me. I shall be the only one to rise.

I will always be victorious. Whatever the case may be.

Rule Number One of singing the blues...

You must hurt in a soulful way. The way that binds you to another. I was into the blues far before I knew what it meant. Far before you taught me how to listen.

Your blues turned into my own. I did all I could to control it, to tame the way in which your dusk colored eyes peered into mine....

But you were persistent, and all I had so, I made the most out of it. For you. For me. For us..