A moment of joy, a lifetime of regret...
A moment of joy, a lifetime of regret...
You trusted them all;
You gave of yourself.
Now, look at you;
You've been put on the shelf.
You were "too weird", they said;
As they laughed you in the face.
You weren't quite "hip" enough;
They said, that was the case.
Their words were like bullets;
They ripped you apart.
Just 'cause the music you listened to
Wasn't on any chart.
But look at you now;
grown all tall and strong.
Now, you're out to show 'em
that they were all wrong.
You bought a knife;
a sharp, shiny blade.
They never saw it comming;
No one came to their aid.
Now, you've had your revenge;
your anger is stilled.
But what now, what's next?
Now that you have killed.
You feel empty inside;
your spirit is gone.
Perhaps you have come to regret
just what you have done.
But it's too late to turn;
you made sure of that with your knife.
Well, I have but three words for you, son:
Welcome to Life.
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