Perspective

Is this death or a story that hasn't begun
Do I have anything to fear from the death of the sun

At the end of all things when the world cracks beneath my feet
Am I still gonna worry how to make ends meet

I don't hate myself so much anymore
Though I'm becoming a few things I have hated
Am I finally finding peace with myself
Or just becoming assimilated

At the end of all things when the world cracks beneath my feet
Am I still gonna worry how to make ends meet



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Boles
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