Mark Hopwood (27th July 1974 / Liverpool)
No Future, Too Much Past
When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.
The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.
So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ooze.
And the future draws to a close
While the past increases in size
No future, too much past
And more loneliness, sadness and lies.
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