There are constants like gravity, fuckups and shame.
You can never out run them, they're a part of your name.
Like lessons you learn from a past you can't change.
From people you once knew but now feel so strange.
For a lifetime of paying dues and roothless reviews.
When everyone' too scared to walk in your shoes,
but easily work up the nerve to be critics.
I don't blame those who end up like cynics.
On a businessday-end like loaded guns,
have to face tomorrow with black useless lungs.
With nothing but lies on the tip of their tongue,
remember the future you'd hope for when you were young.

Cause..
When nothing to lose
is the path that you'll choose
And it feels just right this time.
Then one day you'll awake
with a fear you can shake
And your actions won't feel like a crime.