You moan about the things you could never have,
What about the promises that you made to yourself?
Just a rock stuck in the continental shelf.
Maybe tomorrow is a better day,
But how will you do it if you cannot do it today?
Just a sick vulture flying over a dead prey.

But all this time you have lied to me,
What about the change you wanted to be?
Just a prisoner wanting to be free.

Maybe someday you’ll change,
Maybe someday you’ll break free from your comfortable cage,
full of screaming rage,
Do it one more time and you will never change.


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