Deceiver & Deceived

No time like the present I hope that the future feels different Yesterday leaves stains - we call these memories And though we bathe in tomorrow We are never clean How little we sell ourselves for So few know what they're worth Control is not a birth right It's earned - and believe me Those who deserve it never get it They give but don't receive And they tell themselves that's life And thus are both deceiver and deceived And those who have it didn't earn it But nor will they concede And they tell themselves that's just As such they're just as much deceiver Deceiver as deceived Deceiver - deceiver and deceived Deceiver - deceiver and deceived Deceiver - deceiver and deceived Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver Deceiver and deceived