[regretting things that haven't even happened yet.]
lyrics
Moving forward?
Not a chance
Believe me,
I would never
change my life
to make it better
Life is easy
but I'd rather sulk it up
and hate myself
Getting better,
I really want to say
it's just a phase
but what's the use of that?
I would only end up
roughing through the stint
and wasting time, just blindly
throwing out the precious years
that make up my youth
I'm worried all is futile
worried now
worried now the voice inside my mind is telling me
Of mid-life
guilt, that deep
regret, that
rumored pain,
awake at
45
alone and
doubtful that
the petty
shit I did
was ever
worth a thing
"That rumored pain"?
you fucking queer!
you've made me pissed off
that's it. agh!
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