What We Hate

There isn't destiny

The way things go

I don't think so

The changes that alter us

Are a product of our own volition

And we become what we hate

It's not hard to figure out

That you're scared when

You act so much better

You're holding onto

Something we can't have

But hands still circle

You're still getting old

And we become what we hate

Do you believe in the lies

That shape your world

Do you believe in your own fictitious immortality

The world won't end

While you walk the earth

And when you realize that your life don't matter

You'll turn to something to help

You forget that

You're only young once

Old forever