I was left in the wake of your schizoid bullshitEye on 
the prize; tell me - was it worth it?
You got the green but it should have been me
You regarded as your legacy
It wasn't what you took away
It was the things you never gave
And all those hours that you slaved
I taught myself to pave my own forgotten gay

It was the words you never spoke
And all those chances that you choked
I raised myself and now I raise my fuciing voice
Legacy you misbeliever, ill-conceiver
Cant you see the legacy you lack
Never see the missing moments
Stolen only by one who turned his back
Laissez-faire, you're not there,
Problems gone into thin heir