This waiting game I play,
Death where are you, come find me,
Seems a blasphemous thing to say.
What's done is done,
Theres no going back,
So many regrets,
Its easy to lose track.
What matter's to you?
What matters in life?
Is it worth the trouble?
Is it worth the strife?
A matter of perspective,
Thats what they all say,
It might lead you to justice,
Or lead you astray.
Well some are born lucky,
Some are not,
Some have to work all their lives,
While others wait for it to be bought.
Whatever it is,
Be it luck or fate,
Its up to you to change it,
Before its too late.
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