C'est La Vie
Your blood runs thick since you've boiled off your hate.
Every time you walk you feel like you're lugging dead weight.
And every step you take's another waste
On another day gone by.
Can't bring yourself to try,
You've cried enough.
And this unlit room is dark, but just a tad.
And after all, the mood it sets ain't bad.
But you start to think this kind of thing
Will last until you die.
'Cause time just doesn't fly
When it gets tough.
Your posture's slumped.
Your joints hurt and you ache.
You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake.
So close your blinds, and stay inside,
'cause you know that you're scared.
C'est la vie,
And who cares?
Life is life,
And what's fair is fair.
And in your prose you overuse the word "dread".
So you look for something else that rhymes instead.
There's so much to do,
But hell if you could motivate yourself
To just start something else
To kill your time.
And the room fills up with piles of empty cans.
You're so cold that you're afraid to touch your hands.
But you will confess, this pit's a mess, and you'll sit in your gloom.
This place feels like a tomb, and that's just fine.
Your posture's slumped.
Your joints hurt and you ache.
You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake.
So close your blinds, and stay inside,
'cause you know that you're scared.
C'est la vie,
And who cares?
Life is life,
And what's fair is fair.
And why would you pretend
That there's anything that you're able to mend?
Your ability to care
Is discarded on the floor.
So face the pain head on or just ignore.
You forgot how to even feel irate.
And when you hear good news,
Well, you still can't relate.
But you've been played
And who's to blame when it's
Probably your fault.
Those thoughts are in a vault
And locked away.
And on this matter, what is left to say?
Your posture's slumped.
Your joints hurt and you ache.
You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake.
So close your blinds, and stay inside,
'cause you know that you're scared.
C'est la vie,
And who cares?
Life is life,
And what's fair is fair.
Every time you walk you feel like you're lugging dead weight.
And every step you take's another waste
On another day gone by.
Can't bring yourself to try,
You've cried enough.
And this unlit room is dark, but just a tad.
And after all, the mood it sets ain't bad.
But you start to think this kind of thing
Will last until you die.
'Cause time just doesn't fly
When it gets tough.
Your posture's slumped.
Your joints hurt and you ache.
You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake.
So close your blinds, and stay inside,
'cause you know that you're scared.
C'est la vie,
And who cares?
Life is life,
And what's fair is fair.
And in your prose you overuse the word "dread".
So you look for something else that rhymes instead.
There's so much to do,
But hell if you could motivate yourself
To just start something else
To kill your time.
And the room fills up with piles of empty cans.
You're so cold that you're afraid to touch your hands.
But you will confess, this pit's a mess, and you'll sit in your gloom.
This place feels like a tomb, and that's just fine.
Your posture's slumped.
Your joints hurt and you ache.
You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake.
So close your blinds, and stay inside,
'cause you know that you're scared.
C'est la vie,
And who cares?
Life is life,
And what's fair is fair.
And why would you pretend
That there's anything that you're able to mend?
Your ability to care
Is discarded on the floor.
So face the pain head on or just ignore.
You forgot how to even feel irate.
And when you hear good news,
Well, you still can't relate.
But you've been played
And who's to blame when it's
Probably your fault.
Those thoughts are in a vault
And locked away.
And on this matter, what is left to say?
Your posture's slumped.
Your joints hurt and you ache.
You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake.
So close your blinds, and stay inside,
'cause you know that you're scared.
C'est la vie,
And who cares?
Life is life,
And what's fair is fair.
Credits
Writer(s): Jorin Peter Baas
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