The things I worked for, I wear them today It may not be much, but it's the things I choose to let stay I don't got nothing to show, other than what you see There and here, let me make it clear, I choose to let it stay ohhhh, the way things stay Ohhh, different days Yet this feeling plays on anyway... ohhhh Aye, let me regurgitate the curse, the words I rehearse In the dark, on an arc, in the worst universe Alone to atone, thrown from the throne A woman's scorn, a storm I have worn Mourn what could’ve been, born deep within But you never had the heart or the spark to hit send In the end, it all bends and it changes Rearranges through phases, the loop and the stages It repeats all the same, through the shame and the blame Different faces and names, playing dangerous games Yet the frame of the play stays the same in the flame As if there is a view to tame, or a claim to a domain Far beyond you and me, there’s a drive, a key A hunger inside, but it’s tired, you see For the kingdom it sired, required and wired As if hired to perform for a choir inspired, Wait, where did the rhyme end? Aww shit, here we go again. ohhhh, the way things stay Ohhh, different days Yet this feeling plays on anyway... ohhhh Yet this feeling plays... On anyway...
