Surrounded by opportunities Which have been given Laid at my feet but I need to be forgiven Because I burn them as offerings To my self for filling prophecy of pain insane, I wonder whether I will receive them again the world draws out the worst in me If I am surrounded by arseholes cursing me then won't I can't just give in.
Or is my life just a sin? A tall tale of talent for sale I move like a snail when I should hunt like a bear I stare at advertisers glare at posters the only person who can change my life is me I alone hold the key But in the mirror the reflection I see Is taunting the shy retiring me and he keep my status quo By keep taking the punches low If I was boxer I be rocky On the ropes An eloquent man but also a joke...