it took me quite some time 
to accept 
that a consequence of living 
is dying 
But i just can't accept 
that a consequence of loving 
is trying 
because all decisions we make 
along the way 
have no purpose at all then why 
bother and try at all? 
and it turned out 
as a matter of fact 
that 9to5 killed the illusion of life we had 
as a child 
so life passes by 
and death passes through 
while cuffed to our daily routines 
we do whats left to do 
I have already spent 
too much time 
and too much breath 
I have already tried  [bad word] away 
as fast as I can 
another breath 
a breakdown 
get up 
start all over again