Lyrics
I'll write a book titled The worst is yet to come
I plan to write a book titled "The worst is yet to come."
And It'll be a true story
The book will be a true story.
I'll read the lines as it unfolds over time
I will read the lines of the story as it unfolds over time.
I gotta say it gets boring
Despite being true, the unfolding story can be boring.
So tell me as I'm aging
As I age, I question how to prevent myself from going off track.
How do I stop myself derailing half the time
This derailing happens frequently.
All the time
The derailing occurs all the time.
So tell me why I'm waiting
Why am I waiting for the right moment that never comes?
On the right moment for the taking never comes
Life's opportunities for taking never seem to arrive.
My whole life
This waiting has been a significant part of my entire life.
Sometimes I just hate the whole world
Sometimes I harbor hatred for the entire world.
A social in decay
The social environment is in a state of decay.
I wanna back out but it's too late
I want to withdraw, but it's too late.
Every hour feels like a waste
Every hour feels like a waste.
Of every single day
This sense of waste has been present since 1998.
Ever since 1998
I contribute to making things worse, one sentence at a time.
I'll make it worse one stupid sentence at a time
I make it look easy to worsen situations.
And I'll make it look easy
I balance life as if I'm the worst person alive.
I'll balance life like I'm the worst person alive
Despite being perceived as the worst, who wouldn't want to be me?
But who wouldn't wanna be me
There is a conflicted desire to be in my position.
Maybe I've been losing my touch
I might be losing my ability or effectiveness.
Yeah maybe I should just let go
Perhaps I should let go of certain things.
Cause everything I love hurts too much
Things I love cause too much pain recently.
So lately I just don't know
Lately, uncertainty prevails in my mind.
Sometimes I just hate the whole world
Similar to before, I sometimes hate the whole world.
A social in decay
The social environment remains in decay.
I wanna back out but it's too late
Wanting to withdraw persists, but it's too late.
Every hour feels like a waste
Every hour continues to feel like a waste.
Of every single day
This feeling of waste has persisted since 1998.
Ever since 1998
I'm still searching for something, feeling down about it all.
I'm still looking out I'm just feeling
Despite the negative feelings, I remain observant.
Down about it all
Feeling down about everything is my current state.
I'm not saying it won't get better
Not claiming it won't improve, but I'm weary of it all.
I'm just sick of it all
I'm tired of the situation.
Sometimes I just hate the whole world
Similar to earlier, I sometimes hate the whole world.
A social in decay
The social environment continues to decay.
I wanna back out but it's too late
The desire to withdraw remains, but it's too late.
Every hour feels like a waste
Every hour still feels like a waste.
Of every single day
This feeling of waste has persisted since 1998.
Ever since 1998
Since 1998, every single day has felt like a waste.
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