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Nothing Left To Do Now
Marked up pages with illegible writing
You try to cover the mistakes of your life with confusion
You can’t erase the ink that has dried on that page
Your life is in progress and a pen tells the story
Fingerprinted guns, smashed cans, crushed glass, stained hands
You broken what you had to break, made what you had to make happen
You can only do so much to be like this world
This world that swallows everything they hear with a hint of blood, a gulp of sex and a feeling of drunkenness and use it to their best of ways
You try to cut everything off in your life with just one slice of a knife
Throw it in the river with the stains that it still has on it
It’s good to be cleansed just for one night
But not with the regret you feel later in your heart that will bleed by the pain of such extreme measures
No one ever did anything to deserve such a killing with your anger
Whose fault is it now? Who can change your ways of thinking blood?
But it still isn’t good enough for the world is it?
You feel the pressures of mountains falling on your shoulders now
You say the heavy words of others smash you into the ground
They say you’re another wanted sign on the telephone pole
There is no hope of it being torn down
You have nothing left, nothing left
So you go to last resort and let the ink sink into the paper
And you say you’ll worry about it later
What about now? Who said your life will be fixed after waiting for that ink to dry up
You will dry up in the ways of the world
Don’t even think about burning this paper of your life
Take the consequences of your actions to the ruler of this world
It’s your fault and people waited for this moment for you
You’ve waited too long
