Why waste my breathe.
When you can't listen to anybody else but yourself.
I'm not sorry for your lack of patience.
But I am sorry, you lost me.
Because when the roofs on fire
and my life is falling apart.
It's okay to be the fool.
Because he's walking off a cliff with a smile on his face.
So who's really living their best here?
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Why waste my breathe.
When you can't listen to anybody else but yourself.
I'm not sorry for your lack of patience.
But I am sorry, you lost me.
Because when the roofs on fire
and my life is falling apart.
It's okay to be the fool.
Because he's walking off a cliff with a smile on his face.
So who's really living their best here?
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