Sometimes I think “when will the big day come?”
When will the fat lady have sung
and the game to be done?
Sometimes I think “what’s it gonna be like at the end?”
When there is no remorse, funny jokes or friends
Sometimes I think “I’m never gonna die”
When we all know that just a lie
Sometimes I think “How could it have been?”
If I’d done what they told me
instead of living like there wasn’t any end?
Sometimes I think “It just doesn’t matter.”
When I know that it does because I’ve struggled so hard
to get back up the ladder.
Sometimes I think…
And that’s the problem…