Song parody of
Foot in the Grave
by miss emvy
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I was born with a foot in the grave, every day has higher stakes
Will I know, who will tell me when the end has come for me
I don't have a soul to save so I worry how my time is spent
Empty cans and shallow plans seems like a dead end waste
But it's hard to find my own way when everyone tells me who I am
I was born with a foot in the grave, there's no time to make mistakes
All the grief that I carry needs a healthier release
Your way of life stopped making sense, you can miss me with that empty path
I won't get to get what I'm after, 'cause I know that nothing lasts
But it's hard to find my own way when everyone tells me who I am
I was born with a foot in the grave, every day has higher stakes
Will I know, who will tell me when the end has come for me
I don't have a soul to save so I worry how my time is spent
Empty cans and shallow plans seems like a dead end waste
But it's hard to find my own way when everyone tells me who I am
I was born with a foot in the grave, every day has higher stakes
Will I know, who will tell me when the end has come for me
I don't have a soul to save so I worry how my time is spent
Empty cans and shallow plans seems like a dead end waste
But it's hard to find my own way when everyone tells me who I am
I was born with a foot in the grave, there's no time to make mistakes
All the grief that I carry needs a healthier release
Your way of life stopped making sense, you can miss me with that empty path
I won't get to get what I'm after, 'cause I know that nothing lasts
But it's hard to find my own way when everyone tells me who I am
I was born with a foot in the grave, every day has higher stakes
Will I know, who will tell me when the end has come for me
I don't have a soul to save so I worry how my time is spent
Empty cans and shallow plans seems like a dead end waste
But it's hard to find my own way when everyone tells me who I am
