Struggle

All that you do it looks like shit
Watching you it makes me vomit
And feel sick
You’ll always be nothing but talk
You’re still just the same
When you’re not looking I’ll be ahead of you
That’s how I’ll always be the one in front of you
That’s pressuring your ass
Times they have changed and it will leave you behind
At this rate you’ll be dead somewhere that I don’t know
In a place that I don’t know