Self-Sung Hero

 
 
You’ll always be the hero
In your own epic tragedy
You’re the architect and constructor
Of your own travesty
 
There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing I can do
It’s sad
It’s sad
 
To see what you do to you
 
But that’s your choice
To stay asleep as you are doing
And it’s your choice
To say that you’re not choosing
 
It’s your choice
To make up lame excuses
And it’s your choice
To listen to false friends’ voices
 
But there’s nothing I can say
And there’s nothing I can do
It’s sad
It’s sad
 
Because who’s losing out is you
 
By doing what you do
 
To me and to you
 
With what you choose to do
 

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