My soul gets weaker with every

Tick of the second hand

My tears are filled less with sorrow

And more with disappointment

 

I tried to show you the way

I tried to lay the path

With every step you take

Your get further away

 

What is going to take for

You see this life is

Only going to become

What you make of it

 

When you choose to do nothing

You become nothing

When you choose the wrong path

You hit a dead end

 

The elements in which

You surround yourself are

What create the atmosphere

Of your world

 

Elements with no goals

Elements with no one to care about them

Elements that borrower your energy

Elements that don't give back

 

The hole your in is only getting

Deeper and you are the only

One that has control of

The shovel

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