Maybe people didn’t see me as worthy
Sitting here all the way past my thirties
Shabby, you could say this is a good word
Of all the other negative ones, so absurd
Missed my avenue just by a couple
That which was of some utter worth
Though my condensation just about to dry
As I fear my life ending, or just about to die
So why pacify another try at salvation
With all appearances of temptation
Just would stymy my soul’s purpose
Convoluted already my mind set, a curse
Reconciling, as I run my hundredth mile
Over hurdles and gaps, maybe so my style
I don’t long to be hated by the whole lot
Or pushed over by the lump some
And fear the reactions of all their sots
Putting my stomach into unnecessary nuts
Can’t play second fiddle to something I don’t got
Limping on down this paragon of demise
Honestly I really don’t find it a surprise
Living in this shady corpse of my own life’s lies
Maybe people didn’t see me as worthy
Sitting here all the way past my thirties
Shabby, you could say this is a good word
Of all the other negative ones, so absurd
Missed my avenue just by a couple
That which was of some utter worth
Though my condensation just about to dry
As I fear my life ending, or just about to die
So why pacify another try at salvation
With all appearances of temptation
Just would stymy my soul’s purpose
Convoluted already my mind set, a curse
Reconciling, as I run my hundredth mile
Over hurdles and gaps, maybe so my style
I don’t long to be hated by the whole lot
Or pushed over by the lump some
And fear the reactions of all their sots
Putting my stomach into unnecessary nuts
Can’t play second fiddle to something I don’t got
Limping on down this paragon of demise
Honestly I really don’t find it a surprise
Living in this shady corpse of my own life’s lies