On the eve of things…
In the time it took to pack and leave
he could have come to terms with his disease
But he filled his house with gasoline
and held the match for everyone to see
He cried out to the gathered crowd
“Look at what you’ve done, I hope you’re proud”
You have made a fool of me
When all I’ve ever tried to do is please
all of you, and never me
Time, it moves so slow, we’re growing old
But are we really growing up?
Things we can’t let go wrap around our throats
Until there’s nothing left to do but choke
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