You people are always so kind, ready to make up my mind.
You advise on which job to get,
which friends to forget,
which way to go,
when to say no,
when to be raw,
when to try harder,
not to get fatter,
how to look sharper…
You always advise, for you always know better
when all alone and out of shelter,
you are always there, your advice to share
as if my own life is a comic affair.
Your advice to take, with my life at stake,
for all the advice that you give, this ain’t your life to live.
And though you couldn’t care less, you will not confess,
so as to prove that you care, you advise me to beware.
With so many ideas, for the one poor Phlegyas,
for I cant even decide, with what to abide.
For you are a genius, I am just hideous,
you are so successful, when my life‘s so dreadful…
Right?
Well mind your own life, your own saviour,
Your life which drifted away,
You cant advise me, I drifted away from you,
and soon I will find my own way.
A way without you, for a life without you,
without your pathetic advice,
a way far successful, for a life far successful,
than your own pathetic demise.
Surprise?
No more lies.
Well open your eyes.
No more disguise.
Arise.
And mind your own demise.