Death Of The Fittest

Do you feel the sunshine

that has never shined down on me?

Your cold shadows cast upon me

as I look for the light I'll never see.

The death of me = the death of you.



I wish I had the voice to have my say,

I wish I had the strength to push you away.



I'm two worlds below.

The weight crushes down more,

more than ever before.

Your possession is my regression.

I decay as you grow.

So go spread and drain me away;

unlike you I'm expendable.



I'm not the fittest,

not even fit to survive,

and I may be, may be the one to fall now,

but you're next in line.



I may not live, may not live to see another day,

but I'll try my best to live

off the crumbs that you throw my way.