I swear death is closer than you think and hell is just a stones throw away.

You work for that daily bread.
You sing a song that comforts you.

The tune is useless.
You are not invincible.
Death believe how sweet you are.

You slave and save to be someone you do not love.
Dare me to break another vow I made.
And no one saying thank you to the one who needs the credit.

You cry when your life is a mess and you care when you are affected.
Was there even an ounce of doubt?
You just keep on singing that song.

What is the point of living if its all for yourself.
When you find another exit let me know.