Never learn the truth not interested in the other point of view there is only sin and only one can win,
the lies that we were told the days when we were bold then winter came with cold, now it's far too late and I am much too old,
why did I hesitate? when fortune favours not the cowards or the brave and who can save me from this life that seemed so long but it is fact so short,
I never learn the truth I find I'm always caught between the strangers on a train and something I have bought
something I have sought for and never found the way, a path to lead the night away from breakingΒ day,
I only found the broken hearts laid waste and here I stay
there's only one can win.
What a beautiful Sunday, don't make the mistake of thinking that my writing reflects on my state of mind. I don't believe that to be the case otherwise they might lock me up and throw away the key.