The day of which I regret,
Shall be the day of my downfall.
I shall be at the top,
And not know what else to do.
Shall I jump for joy,
Or shall I continue to work hard,
Shall I prepare for inevitable downfall,
Or party everyday.
I think I shall do none of the above,
I will just live life as always.
And in the event of my demise,
I shall know there is no one else to blame.
I did this to myself,
There is no one else to blame,
Only my money, power, and ego.
My downfall should be that of a glorious day for many,
They shall say "The tyrant is dead",
Yet I will know the truth of all things
And know they are why I’m dead.
Until then I will strike fear into the mighty,
Take money from the poor.
I’ll live my life the only way I know how,
With Money, Power, Respect.
I won’t hope for these things,
I will hope for something better,
But in the event of my downfall,
I’ll know I could have been better.
I will hope that on just one occasion I made someone’s day
But then again how is that possible when you live my way.
The day I shall regret the most won’t be because I die,
The day I shall regret the most will be because I lived.