The Curse

Castles made of water, cannot stand for long
People born into graves cannot belong
Empty hands can't be filled up
A stagnant heart will stay stuck

And what can I say come tomorrow morning
Because I was born dead
And will you be here when I wake up
Cause I know I'm so hard to rely on

Yes I'm burning like a fire
But I am a mess
And this is the curse of existence
We're beaten so fucking bad that we wanna die

I was born with broken bones
In a coffin made out of mistakes of the creator
I am a bastard son
I am the only one

Castles made of water, cannot stand for long
People born into graves- live in darkness alone

Yes it's nice to meet you, even though you don't know my name
Yes it's nice to greet you, even though I feel so old

Yes I'm burning like a fire
But I am a mess
This is the curse of existence
We're beaten so fucking bad that we wanna die
Yes I'm burning like a fire
But I am a mess
This is the curse of existence
We're beaten so fucking bad that we wanna die

Think I rather die here
Then die on my own
I was cursed the day that I was born
Don't you know I'm tired of this ending



Credits
Writer(s): Wayne Dyer
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