Sometimes it seems that your only concern
Is if this world can give you what you want.
And when you try to cross a bridge you burned
You might regret that you were such a cunt.
This world is bigger than your tiny head.
The lies you fit in there seem endless, still.
How calmly will you sleep in your own bed,
When you can't hide behind the drugs and pills?
But I still wish only the best for you.
The past has passed and I have no remorse.
Perhaps one day you'll realize what you do
And set yourself on a more honest course.
One day the world will tire of your shit,
If lies are all that you will give to it.
