Good Things

No love, no life, constantly filled with strife
My wits about me, sharper than a knife
Here I wait, stone like gait, on this ground I dominate
Leave the bait, clean the slate, patience is a great trait
Good things happen to those who wait

Move forward without pause, live life without cause
You fall prey to the beast, trapped within it's jaws
Should have waited, now you're slatted, to go through life that you hated
Frustrated, unsated, a terrible life you are fated
Good things happen to those who wait



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Writer(s): Static Decay
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