The way things go

I don't think so

The changes that alter us

are a product of our own volition

and we become what we hate

It's not hard to figure out

that you're scared when

you act so much better

You're holding onto

something we can't have

but hands still circle

you're still getting old

and we become what we hate

Do you believe in the lies

that shape your world

Do you believe in your

own fictitious immortality

The 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 help

you forget that you're

only young once, old forever