I grow older with every waking moment
While you stay in the fountains of youth
Times I just want to break down and cry
Times I just want to turn around and push you down again
Your mind stays fresh with ideas
While mine rots into indignity
Times I want to hide from all faces
Times I want to shut the door on your fingers
You can still ponder of joyful thoughts and sounds
While I am overloaded with screams of terror
Times I want to go on mad rampages
Times I want to erase you just to supply a laugh
I am aware of my slowing pace
You are oblivious
You are oblivious like every other soul in this sick sad world.
They all just say, God Bless You.
