Kill The Script

The plan revamped processed to fit the man grasp on
to a vague notion that everything will be ok desperate heartless dragged down by a crippled will that hides
its face in shame too much pride to swallow in one
gulp it was so comical but as it turned out I did not
break into laughter I wasn't laughing this vision of success has been undermined by the false pretense on
which it has settled I'm so sick of seeing the same
role played with each possession gained the smile on
your face grows along with the void in your heart
"money brings happiness" it was so well written I detest your perfection and I choose to kill the script.