Words hurt
Words spoken
Actions dished out
Actions chosen
I’m open
To pathways that aren’t closed
Maybe the cycle of death
Is what makes life beautiful
I know
I’m a culmination
Of mistakes maken
And decisions taken
And of my final destination
They egg me
To take another sip of the Remy
But the key always starts out at Do
Where do we go
When we’re at a standstill
When we’re at a fork in the road
Some advices are spiteful
Some advices are insightful
What does my lifeworks show
Maybe a splash of ambition
Maybe a pinch of greed
I keep refreshing
As if something would grow
From the Timeline, The stories
And the Newsfeed
Woah
Words spoken
Actions dished out
Actions chosen
I’m open
To pathways that aren’t closed
Maybe the cycle of death
Is what makes life beautiful
I know
I’m a culmination
Of mistakes maken
And decisions taken
And of my final destination
They egg me
To take another sip of the Remy
But the key always starts out at Do
Where do we go
When we’re at a standstill
When we’re at a fork in the road
Some advices are spiteful
Some advices are insightful
What does my lifeworks show
Maybe a splash of ambition
Maybe a pinch of greed
I keep refreshing
As if something would grow
From the Timeline, The stories
And the Newsfeed
Woah
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