Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high As they boast to the sky that they don’t need anything. Make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory, Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity. Make me into a locket that you can wear around your neck, so I can possess a picture of the man who made you feel the best, or at least better than I ever did. -Run Wild, Young Beauty. // Hotel Books.