For the past has made you sick
To what you were and you’ll ever be
You cling on, on to it with force
But unforgiving is the carnage
Coz for people you’re along with
What matter thy damage?
What you lived for, for all those years
The magic the touch, the touch of class
Your glory and name, name of no use
No mood no time, no time is just an excuse
Single miss and you’re forgotten
The case is not supportive
Depression brings out creativity
But anger is all you got
Retaliation without any pity
Justify for all you like
You run you cry for what you hold dear
But for people you’re along with
What matter thy fear
You fear your critics, you fear your fans
Time is right to call it quits
To die to fathom or to fade away
Or try to collect the broken bits
For your work was art and not your job
But job has got you fame
When you die and die you alone, then
What matter my name, what matter thy name
