Little life and a pinch of death
For a little more or a little less
No sense in worrying or fretting
Spending time fearing or forgetting
No sense asking who or why
Living life only to die
No sense in stressing contemplating death
For a little more or a little less
No sense forfeiting yesterday’s visions
Giving in to faulty reasons
No sense in committing creative suicide
Offering life for what has already died
No sense in trading life for death
For a little more or a little less
No sense in painting your world red
Giving less honor to the unborn than the dead
No sense in searching for the reasons why
Living shallow days only to one day die
For a little more or a little less
No sense in worrying or fretting
Spending time fearing or forgetting
No sense asking who or why
Living life only to die
No sense in stressing contemplating death
For a little more or a little less
No sense forfeiting yesterday’s visions
Giving in to faulty reasons
No sense in committing creative suicide
Offering life for what has already died
No sense in trading life for death
For a little more or a little less
No sense in painting your world red
Giving less honor to the unborn than the dead
No sense in searching for the reasons why
Living shallow days only to one day die
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