La vie est drôle.
I never get why.
The strings of my heart have
Been played like a harp
And I hurts like hell
I'm bleeding so shell wise constant
Semantics **** you
And sleep is eluding.
Salted raindrops hit my shoulders
And winds satisfy
The bitter taste on my tongue
And the many travels I have begun
Please lord fill me in
On who I love the most
It's killing me
Goodnight old friend.