Now
What will we become
It’s all over
Is it time for fun?
But there’s a worry
Stuck to my shoulder
I try to laugh
But I’m getting older
And the wheels
Start to turn
The hinges creak
As we open doors
There’s no ignoring
what’s on the other side
there’s no avoiding
what we will find
beneath the doormat
a hidden key
to a nightmare and
responsibilities
an endless cycle
with no care
for what I want
doesn't matter
I don’t want it
but it belongs to me
I try to fight it
but there’s no winning
What will we become
It’s all over
Is it time for fun?
But there’s a worry
Stuck to my shoulder
I try to laugh
But I’m getting older
And the wheels
Start to turn
The hinges creak
As we open doors
There’s no ignoring
what’s on the other side
there’s no avoiding
what we will find
beneath the doormat
a hidden key
to a nightmare and
responsibilities
an endless cycle
with no care
for what I want
doesn't matter
I don’t want it
but it belongs to me
I try to fight it
but there’s no winning