Each passing day is nothing but,
Another step closer to the grave,
Hearts broken and spirits destroyed,
What is there really to save?

Each time we walk it’s nothing more,
Than another blind step throughout Hell,
And what we don’t see is that when we were born,
That was the day our sorry souls fell.

We’ll lie and pretend and say our life matters,
Because this is the torture we make,
But what we’ll all see on the day that we die,
Is that anything and everything was just a big mistake.

 
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