When the final moment arrives
And I know it will
Will I look back with anything but disappointment?
Seen through the present you
The former me deceased.
Probably a safe assumption
But guess what?
The feeling is mutual
And prostitution suits you selling your hollow soul
Half a decade down the drain
Good memories clouded/so fucking distant
Bitter taste of true regret
The end will come soon enough
The night no longer young
The past washed away
The slate still not clean
Muted echoes of better days!
The future is tragedy
And we now it is…