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Sick? But getting better
I'm sick of this life
Sick of existance
Sick of the bullshit
The constant persistance
To get what we can
We've a monster to feed
To get what we want
Much more than we need
To impress those around us
To put on a show
But my monster was slain
Many years ago
I smoked my ambition
And with it desire
There is no more fuel
No fuel for my fire
So I plod on
Through day to day
With hope and ambition frittered away
So I look at the world
What have I seen?
A million people that I could have been
I could have been happy
I could have been healthy
I could have been sated
I could have been wealthy
Instead I chose misery, trouble and strife
I could have done so much more with my life
This won't be the end
It can't be I'm sure
Though there's more pain and sacrifice I must endure
But endure it I will I'll slay my demons
I'll change in myself like the world changes seasons
From winter through spring into summer I'll go
I'll rejoin the race
I'll put on my show
I hope to find love
The fuel to my fire
To burn with ambition
To spark my desire
But the love that I seek is the love for myself
Before I can think to love anyone else
I hope this is true what I'm saying to me
But in the end time will tell
What will be will be.
