Now in these eyes, petrified, terrified, suicide, In all the walks of life, fighting only to survive, A man's pride is weaponized; his failings widely televised, All the moments of love's bitter sweet,βby what we gingerfy, Love is red; putting yourself out there to be hurt and jeopardize, Learning from past mistakes,βchange of character we gentrify.
Oh the next line; follow suit of a route to death wrapped in a necktie, We envy to say "hie," but are accustomed to saying short goodbyes, As life is a constant trial; walking court cases with a confident smile, "Guilty or not," all of my shortcomings I press on in their denial.
I've walked a thousand's,βin a mile of every breath of time, Though I haven't lived a while, I've seen plenty in these eyes.