The end is coming near,
But who am I to fear,
I am not to care,
This life wasn’t meant to be,
It wasn’t fair to me,
Are you too blind to see?
That death will set me free.
It opens up the doors,
Away from all people,
Like all the f***ing wh**es,
Who aren’t treated as equals,
And who multiply like sequels,
But who am I to judge,
My anger will never budge,
I’m stuck in my own ways,
Until my final days,
I look at myself and say,
Who am I today?
Am I different than yesterday?
What am I exactly?
I have no clue,
No one does but you?
Then help me get back,
If you know what’s so wrong,
You coulda helped all along,
And make me have seen,
What it was that I have been!
Everything all along,
Has always been so wrong,
Things took too long,
But it’s getting shorter now,
And i just don’t know how,
To waste my final days,
The days to waste away,
Nothing will save me now,
Even if I pray!