I don't believe in absolutes anymore. I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong. This life it sucks your principles away. You have to fight against it every single day. These are the postcards from a young man. They may never be written or posted again. These are the postcards from a young man. They may never be written or posted again. It is like so many other things. As distant as your former sins. So sad and lonely and so derelict. As the optimism that we once shared. These are the postcards from a young man. They may never be written or posted again. These are the postcards from a young man. They may never be written or posted again. I'll send you postcards every single day. Just to prove I still exist. This world will not impose its will. I will not give up and I will not give in. And I will not give up and I will not give in. I won't betray your confidence. I won't pretend my way was lost. This world will not impose its will. I will not give up and I will not give in