See, weak people wait. Say stupid shit like, if it’s meant to be, it will. If it’s mine, it’ll come to me. Other people, the ones from the bowels. From the dirt. From the tunnels. From the grime. From the underneath. The ones that know life is not that fair. Know there isn’t always something else out there with your name on it, and many people die worthless, unfulfilled, bored, sick, ugly, fat, miserable, insignificant.
