And before you know it, you are old.
If I had to live any longer,
I would surely fold.
The future promises to demand certain acts,
That, when counted, are already a lot,
But can't possibly be the entire sum.
I'm already beat after what I have fought.
But, then again, I would not want to have nothing,
So, this may be a beef with life itself.
Who the fuck asked for me to be born at all?
Wasn't there anybody else?
And it's alright,
I'm not really that mad,
After it's done, I'm always happy,
And I always think it wasn't that bad.