Sometimes I notice a use-by date
And I wonder where I'll be at that time
What I’ll do and what’ll be my fate
What’ll the world be like
Will the situation I’m in be done
Will other shenanigans have started
Will I be expired too, and left alone
Or in some brand new life uncharted
Sometimes I notice a use-by date
And I hope I will then be all but dead.
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