What if things get worse
Long before they get better
And you can′t reverseAll the damage you've done?
What if things go wrong
And instead of homework
You write a song
Because it′s way more fun?
There is need to fret,
Though you can bet it'll get better
But probably not yet (or ever)
So don't hold your breath!
Actually, hold it as long as you need
′Cause you locked your own cage
And you′ll never be freed
And the only thing that is approaching with speed
Is your death
You're gonna die!
You′rе gonna die!
You're gonna die!
You′rе gonna die!
Why do I imagine events that won't happen?
I deserve a badge in "creative design"
You can′t pass this class (or life)
'Cause the workload is far too massive,
So go on, keep telling yourself that it's fine
While you work on stalling,
It′s walling you in further
And you′ll just keep falling
No calling for help!
If you seek out assistance,
They'll surely agree
Your entire existence
Is governed by me
They′ll start keeping their distance
As soon as they see
That you yelp at the sight of a bee or you're frightened for
Three thousand bite-sized bad reasons
And might try to flee if invited to teatime
No, you′re right, that makes sense.
Wait, I don't even drink tea—
That doesn′t matter,
You're gonna die!
You're gonna die!
You′re gonna die!
You′re gonna die!
