People say "have no regrets"
But, then, how can you not,
When you look at all your debts
And the battles that you fought.
Making choices here and there
Making judgments and calls
Passing sentences as quickly as you deem them as fair.
When did you rise to your station as the passer of laws;
Trying desperately to quickly conceal all of your flaws?
We all fall for the moments
We all falter in time
Everybody's been a failure in delivering prime
Our products won't be perfect,
And no, nobody's will.
Why expect a perfect package,
When the glass will never fill?
You can take your stiffened collars,
And your gazes of shame,
And your expectation dollars,
And your fountain of blame:
I harbor my own sorrow
I don't need some of yours.
My joy you cannot borrow;
leave behind all your sores.
Let me live my lifelong path
And you can follow your own
We don't need each other's wrath
Or all the shade we have thrown
Our journeys may go separate
And our paths may diverge
But eventually our final destinations will merge
The shinies that you bring,
And your hard-gathered fame
They don't mean a pretty thing
At the end of the game
Only propagated good for the people you see
Can leave an impact on the world and become a legacy
And not much else will matter at the end of the round.
Cause we'll all be sleeping pretty in our beds underground
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