Life is all around you and where do you start
It’s all mapped out you say, as I stare at the chart.
Where is the fun you promised along the way?
The fun of living I should have every day
You lied to me as I believed every single word
I did my best but you never let me be heard
So now I am in the twilight of my years
And all I have are these dried up tears
Nothing to show for my struggles and toil
But hate and frustration that makes my blood boil
And now all I have in this wrinkled shell is hate
Pent up frustration because it’s all too late
I wish I had never listened to you from day one
But it’s too late now my life is all but done
What I can do is enjoy my time and have fun
To see you suffer as I run with my face to the sun
No be gone with you and retreat back inside
And let me enjoy the freedom of my mind
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