Going through a lot
Suffering a lot more,
Will we reach the ends
This sea sees no shore.
Whatever we say,
Whatsoever we do,
It has repercussions
You know that, don't you?
Hurt them, resent them,
Nothing they might say
But what goes, comes back
Its got to find a way.
Sometimes we a victim,
Sometimes you are.
Things change their course
Always leaving a scar.
Living off others' deeds
We don't feel alive,
'Coz the one who dies,
Learns how to survive.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
Going through a lot
Suffering a lot more,
Will we reach the ends
This sea sees no shore.
Whatever we say,
Whatsoever we do,
It has repercussions
You know that, don't you?
Hurt them, resent them,
Nothing they might say
But what goes, comes back
Its got to find a way.
Sometimes we a victim,
Sometimes you are.
Things change their course
Always leaving a scar.
Living off others' deeds
We don't feel alive,
'Coz the one who dies,
Learns how to survive.
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