Senescent

Having problems remembering why I'm smiling

Especially days when maligny keeps piling

I hold my breath

Then I'm pushed into perception

Forget the rest

Just follow inspiration

But the heartless seem to always multiply then

Anxiety keeps you below while they're flying

I can't keep up

And live off the exterior

You're overblown

Image won't make you superior

Oh

I feel for you

I guess it's true

Your time has come

Your bulb has finally blown

No

Reinvent the new

Tightening of your noose

You sold your soul

But now you've grown old

Old

I feel for you

I guess it's true

Your time has come

Your bulb has finally blown

No

Reinvent the new

Tightening of your noose

You sold your soul

But now you've grown old

Old