There is deep chasm in my heart today,
Probably a making of the variety in life
Choices that I have, things I evolve,
Are all that I have for you
Cut through life like butter,
hand over the scarf to Satan
Say thank you when the story endeth,
For all I got in return was pain
The way of life is to cut short the pain,
The easiest path is often the only path
I still will to make my own way,
And fight to live another day
Probably a making of the variety in life
Choices that I have, things I evolve,
Are all that I have for you
Cut through life like butter,
hand over the scarf to Satan
Say thank you when the story endeth,
For all I got in return was pain
The way of life is to cut short the pain,
The easiest path is often the only path
I still will to make my own way,
And fight to live another day
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