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Spectator
I wonder how purgatory feels like
maybe it feels how I feel right now
I was given gifts
love that will never quit
and though sometimes it's agitating
I have a job that I enjoy
still I feel stuck
like my story has been written
and rewritten
nothing is new
no one cares for a middle age man
my brain rattles
thinking of ways to feel important
guess it's a lack of purpose
yes, I could be a fool
try to befriend people
play the whole adulting game
yet that story I've seen
it usually leaves me broken
so I drown myself in my hobbies
in hopes to feel momentary fulfillment
I go places
see great sights
sharing those moments with my love
don't get me wrong
it's bliss
yet I wish I could share that with others
seems everyone has their own life
one that has no room for me
I know the truth
the world belongs to the youth
and I'm at that age
well I'm just a spectator
maybe it feels how I feel right now
I was given gifts
love that will never quit
and though sometimes it's agitating
I have a job that I enjoy
still I feel stuck
like my story has been written
and rewritten
nothing is new
no one cares for a middle age man
my brain rattles
thinking of ways to feel important
guess it's a lack of purpose
yes, I could be a fool
try to befriend people
play the whole adulting game
yet that story I've seen
it usually leaves me broken
so I drown myself in my hobbies
in hopes to feel momentary fulfillment
I go places
see great sights
sharing those moments with my love
don't get me wrong
it's bliss
yet I wish I could share that with others
seems everyone has their own life
one that has no room for me
I know the truth
the world belongs to the youth
and I'm at that age
well I'm just a spectator
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