The loss and changes took the shape of death again
I got dealt a shitty hand or is it just my fate?
My loneliness is not far from isolation
My frustration is escalating to aggression

It’s not my time to be dead and buried
Sometimes I feel so unnecessary
Just another grain of sand, got flown away to barren land

Always day-in day-out, trying to make ends meet
Too much reality can only make you weep
And then you’re stuck with singing demonic verses
Exorcise them by embracing all these changes

It’s not my time to go

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