I hate that we face an unwinnable fight.

I hate that our fate is an easy foresight.

I hate when they say “do this, do that” in spite

Of if they think it’s wrong, of if they know it’s right.

I hate the mistakes rotting inside.

I hate the fact that we never really tried

To hold ourselves close up to the light

And peer deep within, perfection denied.

Now we take a little more weight to the load

Inside crying, screaming, ready to explode.

But we keep that stone face, don’t want to be exposed

Smiling, watching as our will slowly erodes.

Because time is money and time can fly

Time won’t last forever, time will die.

But this time is yours, and this time is mine

So let’s make the most and say, “we’re just fine”.