Sometimes, life drums itself into a crescendo. The high notes bleed you and the low notes depresses you When you decide to change your skin You realise that you got it all wrong! You will hurt Your loved ones will hurt And you will see red, Everywhere. Who ever told you, That it will be easy Lied to you. Whoever told you That it will be tough Lied to you too. Nobody outside of you Will ever have a clue. And if you pull through Whatever you go on to become May or may not be What you ever wanted to be. A puppet on strings invisible As you dance to your present death Everybody else out there Is just watching you And probably Having fun.
Together, under a clear blue sky