Buks writes

Life Is Like A Large Mug Of Poison

Drinking It Till The Last Drop

At The End Of A Long Journey

Looking Behind To A Far Past

Have I Done What I Was Supposed To Do

Does All I Do Count Is It My Life Or ...

Seeing Things That Make Me Smile Cause You Did That

A Love So Pure So Beautiful So Warm And Tender

And Still That Question Why Couldnt That Be What We Wanted

My Mug Of Poison Isnt Empty There Is A Lot Of Sorrow And Pain

Calling Your Name In The Still Of The Night, Waiting ...

There Is No Answer No Sound Just Silence

My Tears Are Floating, Filling My Mug Of Poison