You thought I was dead, and sometimes I might be
But all of the world is nothing you see
Burned at the stake like a modern day witch
Resentful and angry son of a bitch
How can I be the man that you need?
When I don't even know what I want to be?
Still making choices I've come to expect
My life is in shambles, my brain is a wreck
The planet is cruel, I'm still getting old
Time's running out, I'm losing control
Stuck in a prison with unhappy walls
Drowning beneath my guilt waterfalls
Hopeless, so hopeless, no room to be free
Without all the pain that you'd get from me
Paddle against the current ahead
One little slip and we'd both become dead
I'd give you my air, you wouldn't accept
You'd want me to live with your dying last breath
The planet is cruel, I'm still getting old
Time's running out, I'm losing control
Copyright 2017 © Stephen Gedney
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