Wishing You the Very Worst in Future Endeavours

Good morning redemption Ailing bones may bleed In a constant transgression It is clear that you'll never win You've been spat out of the system Fortune disfavours the meek I don't mind if you can't sleep still I won't mind if you need to speak You always wore your heart on your sleeve Never wanted never needed But you'd get burnt out here in the field Complacently And sometimes it seems desperate Seems fleeting with your age I'm no virtuous individual I'm the stone dislodging the dream Staring out of the flames Something time won't change But you had to see inside So leave your love at my place I won't piss you off If you could stay the same You got to see inside And that's something i would change