You had it written in
Ugly black letters ‘cross your soul
We only go downhill
We run away in our own skin
She couldn't help but think
Our human lives are some cruel joke
We're only here long enough
To know what we want then it erodes
You're just an empty and outdated shell
The pitiful preserved remains
I hope you're happy
With the way you wasted your life
We only do the the things we can
If survival means becoming as cold as ice
Then i don't see the point