What We Hate

There isn't destiny

The way things go

I don't think soThe changes that alter us

Are a product of our own volition

And we become what we hateIt's not hard to figure out

That you're scared when

You act so much betterYou're holding onto

Something we can't haveBut hands still circle

You're still getting old

And we become what we hateDo you believe in the lies

That shape your world

Do you believe in your own fictitious immortalityThe world won't end

While you walk the earth

And when you realize that your life don't matter

You'll turn to something to helpYou forget that

You're only young once

Old forever