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Bitter Cynic

I think Iím emotionally constipated
Some days I just donít give a shit
Lately Iíve been constantly irritated
I just want to burn it all and call it quits

And yet nothing seems to formulate
I feel like Iíve been stuck in a rut
Thereís a thick fog I canít subjugate
Or maybe I just donít give a fuck

I donít want to become bitter cynic
Maybe itís the midlife crisis I read about
Iím pondering on death to be specific
As if it lurks near ready take me out

And yet if I have to go itíll be with a bang
Iíll hang up the gloves and fight bare fists
If the reaper wants me first Iíll harangue
Box the motherfucker till I break my wrists

Whatever it is or whenever it comes
Iíve seen it before so I know Iíll see it again
Iíll bite the bullet no matter which gun
No matter which way Iíll fight till the end
Written by wallyroo92
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