I could break it all down,
I could smash it all up,
I could burn it to the ground,
I could wash it all away,

But what would that do?
When it’s all fucked anyway,
left shattered and Destroyed,
no use to build it all again.

I could pick up the pieces,
I could rebuild the foundation,
I could replant the soil that was left
scorched and barren,
I could build it back up,
even stronger than before,
I could stand proud after doing this,
Be a better man for this.

But when the next storm gathers,
when the winds start to blow,
will the foundation that I’ve built,
withstand another fierce breakdown?

sigh fuck it! I guess we’ll see…

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