Blue Monday The Everything Festival
And sometimes I think there has to be something more I
feel it fester inside. But it looks like I'm destined to
just fall back in line. Every one of my actions seems so
damn clich'd has my path been predisposed. Am I just
another pawn in this game? Every minute's one step closer
to my last breath still I adjourn my aspirations to
another day. When I look in the mirror I see my father's
sunken eyes so lost and destitute just before he dies. I
cannot succumb to a world of playing it safe with halls
of regret my vices cannot placate. I don't want to have
to look back and say I wish I had more. Apathy never
gained me a gooddamn thing. I crave more. Every minute's
one step closer to my last breath. I crave more. Still I
adjourn my aspirations to another day. I crave more. I
want to be rewritten. Cause I don't want to have to look
back and say "Make me young, make me young...." KILGORE
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