The endless pursuit of dreams cut short by fear
Only one day to do it, but drags on for a year
Living with regret the rest of our lives
Day by day he only just survives
Because the pain inside is growing too much
Forgetting what it's like to feel a caring touch
Plain boring lives, no variety
Left for dead by this broken society
No one to tell him 'It's alright, hold on'
But it's already too late, the approaching dawn
Is coming fast over the horizon, unable to be stopped
His head on the block, about to be chopped
And now it's done, there's nothing left
Because here, society commits all the theft.
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