One thing, I don't know how
It doesn't even matter when you look at it now
Cause when I designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and I hadn�t even tried to crawl
But I was forced to run with you mocking me, stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chock-full of hipocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU SPUTTERED JUST TO GET YOUR PIECE
But it really doesn't matter to me
Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard





GOOD JOB.
WELL DONE.
THANKS.