\"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?\"
And isn\'t that the golden question;
The question I\'ve heard all my life -
The question about life asked in life.
It\'s an irony I can\'t explain;
A joke with no laughs made,
It\'s funny when you know -
You know that you\'ve decayed.
It\'s a line of staying alive,
But I can\'t make it this time;
It\'s all been too much -
It\'s going by in a rush.
And if I don\'t brush my hair,
That\'s my sign of not having a care -
A care about you or me,
Or about the world I haven\'t seen.
And don\'t waste your tears crying;
I never wanted you to see me dying.