I can’t stand up to the mountains, so screw me
I can’t live up to great dreams, so screw me
I can’t jump over or burn in the volcano, so screw me
I can’t live with myself in this state, so screw me
I can’t make it to the next level ever, so screw me
I can’t sew the simple threads of sweet destiny
I can’t bring smiles in or outside the mirror, so screw me
I can’t walk across the street that separates life, so screw me
I can’t embrace death in pride either, so screw me
I can’t ignite or rekindle fire that I die to, so screw me
I can’t do what I hope, wish and dream, its blasphemy
What am I good for the world or myself, so screw me
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