Someday you will die
And leave a scar the length of my patience
On my psyche.
Someday you'll be rotting
With worms eating your substance
And I will be just as dead on the surface.
But there's nothing I can do
To stop the circle of life.
I could have treated you better
But I also could have treated myself as though I was worth something.
So I'm going to end up wasting a lot of things
Like food when there are starving kids I can't see
Across the universe.
I have dreams constantly
Where you're suffering
And I can stop it
But no one will listen to me
And I know that's a reflection of my real life.