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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Last Breath
2003
Ain’t it funny how, we complain about
All those little things that don’t mean shit, and
Rather than fix it, we just sift through it
Picking out the best parts, and to the rest say screw it
But then a friend walks by, with a smile a half-mile wide
Drops a bomb and says, “Girl, see you on the other side”
It aint easy, and sure the fuck aint fair
God must be laughing to himself up there
One thing he’s failed to realize …
I would sacrifice, sacrifice, and sacrifice myself for you
Trade my place to save your faith and easily walk in your shoes
The cross we bare is simply weight not carried by our friends
So the joke is on him
For I give my last breath to you
So let Him tip his cup, he’ll learn soon enough
What he throws around here is gonna make its way on back up
And as time passes on, he’s got no one left to pick on
He’ll look down and frown, cause in our hearts you live on
It aint easy, and sure the fuck aint fair
God must be laughing to himself upstairs
One thing he’s failed to realize …
I would sacrifice, sacrifice, and sacrifice myself for you
Trade my place to save your faith and easily walk in your shoes
The cross we bare is simply weight not carried by our friends
So the joke is on him
For I give my last breath to you
Aint it funny how, we complain about
All those little things that don’t mean shit
A good friend came up to me one day and dropped the bomb that he only had a few months left to live. I was pretty upset by the news. I got really pissed off at God, as I always did back then when something tragic happened. This song is pretty much me giving God the middle finger. I know, real classy Rhea. Don't fret because God gave me the finger right back. It turns out, that THIS friend was actually lying to everyone to get attention. He wasn't even sick. His wife had just left him for compulsive lying and cheating. I have a feeling he was going to start asking people for money. Nice friend, huh? If you were wondering, no - we are no longer friends.
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