I did it again, I grew older
Now three from fifty years
A sore loser with no future
Crying his futile tears
I don't amount to anything really
It's all a forced rhyme
I'm absolutely unimportant
My being alive is a crime
I'm just taking up space
Resources someone else could use
An unloved unwanted mangy dog
Looking for an elimination ruse
It wasn't always this way though
As a child I wasn't this ugly
I had dreams and boy those dreams
Were way off from what I see
The doors are all closed
Every dream is a nightmare
I can't think like when I was a child
Everything is dark and dire
Innocent thoughts are replaced
With a temperament to worry
At least if I had faith in the fictions
Maybe I would've been less sorry
But the realization of reality
Really liberates you in a way
At least the truth that hurts
Is true in its grand sway
But at least I'm able to think
That's really the only upside
In a cruel world of selfish people
It's hard to just survive
I don't know what the future holds
I don't think there's anything for me
I'll still be where I am today
Drinking my cup of tea
