Post Mortem
Man fears time
That’s why we waste it
We keep running against time
‘Cause we know we can’t chase it..
Why do we keep waiting
For something that’s never there?
Instead of just accepting
The truth no matter how unfair?
Until the damage is done
And there’s no place to go
When the weeping has begun
There’s nothing left to show..
They say what ifs and could’ve beens
Are the last words of a fool
And giving up on dreams
Is something only cowards do..
But regrets never come first
And sorry is always late
The retribution is a big black hearse
For us victims of time, preys of fate..
I have struggled and craved
For revenge, respect and redemption
But I have always failed
Now my consolation, is oblivion..
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