Counting down on days with the grieve of An innocent introvert priest on death row Wonderin' why I reaped what I didn't sow. Counting from ten straight down to one But zero never come..
Night rolled days, Days into months, Months into years.
Hopes fades away leaving sweet nothing Nothing but pleasant memories, Memories soiled with solemn sounds Like the the sound of two sorrowful flutes Singing nothing but nothing last forever Nothing ever did Nothing.
We can't hold on too tight to anything- Not to our pains or pleasure. because nothing last forever