Greatness — Arts Fishing Club

Victor Maciel
1 min readMar 16, 2020

It’s cold in the winter
Coldest in the middle of night
I lay awake staring
The cracks remind me of my broken life

I made a million in moment
What’s a moment worth
I’d give a billion for another
Moment of yours

But I was born, I was born for greatness
I was born, I was born for greatness, I swear

So I slip into dreaming
Of the day we first met
And how the wonder in your eyes
Slowly turned to regret

But I was born oh I was born for greatness
I was born oh I was born for greatness, I swear

Now I’m tired of breathing
The air I draw so cold
I gave you castles of crimson
A lion’s share of gold

But I was born, I was born for greatness
I was born, I was born for greatness, Yeah
I was born, I was born for greatness
I was born, I swear

I made mountains fall
Raised empires tall
Wrote all new rules
But you no, I just could not keep you
And now I’m dying alone
Alone

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Victor Maciel

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