Secret societies, cops and robbers
We all cry to a point. Some to be as sad sobbers.
Sweating from days of the hard we work done
Yes I would need a break to rest, but still I worked too hard to familiarize this to Fun.

Comparison to someone else, we are not the same
And if I hurt you, Sorry. My Truthful words were mine to Blame.
Still here you are to complain
Here you are cursing my very name.
O'what a shame to be
Dear child if I built you up with the right compartments would you be as I need you to be. Free.

Yet, there's many things out there that pulls you to it's controls
Gave too much to that of lost worth now it's just constant Withdrawals.

If I could be gone far away from such troubles you and I wouldn't have met
Still we would done so many wrongs together. Now lays our Regret.

And the sun is going down but don't let your soul go down too and rest
For just one more day I would ask of you to give your final Best.


Shall we stand out of the Rest.