Up to your throat, suffocating with your own hate You know it'll grow big enough to kill you Yet I'm gonna sit here and wait Hoping it wouldn't Hoping you'd make it to sixty eight. It's when egos give up, sensing death is near No longer blinded, you see, you say "I was such a waste" What a heavy weight for an old guy, you throw it, you shout: "It's fate" I thought you were an atheist? Or God only exists when you're looking for someone to blame? "Time to make things straight" You say, but have you forgotten? People had closed the gates Ages ago, and moved on. It's you who can't, Hey, you're no longer winning the debates. Now live with that, could you? You've got no choice but to. Alone you sit; Merciless are the facts that hit. Now when it's way too late, You start to write a book: "Look What Egos Create" |
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