We’re pigs, only able to eat what we’re given
And born without our consent, dead without relief
Following a path with too much sunshine that blurs my vision
And carrying an hourglass that tells me neither grief or hope
Walking along the blueprint of regret as they expect my heart to be empty
But in reality, its overflowed with bitter
In the end, I’ll be disappointed anyways
So just let me breathe while the scent of Spring is still here
Once we overcome our masters
A bigger boss is always ahead
Leashed to a destiny that can never be fulfilled
Bare hands climbed the mountaintop
But they watch for me to fly instead
If I play, I’ll envy my firm friends
And if I work, my head and heart will squeeze
No room for love, no place for anything like peace
Who cares if I have all 7 sins?
Loss is familiar and when I fall, at least I have relief
“Once you hit the bottom, the only place you can go is up.”
But instead of stumbling on stairs and pulling everyone down with me
Dig a hole and comfort myself in that closed in warmth