Bad is good but good is bad.
Only what you have lost
Is what you realized you had.
Thinking about it now
The price, no...the cost
It make you sad.
I've felt the pain
It hurts to much
And do to my mistakes
Ive lost my crutch.
Friends will come
Friends will go
Memorys melt away like sun on snow.
My mind is soil
I feel very drop of cold water rush in
It seems I'll never feel a warm thought ever again.
Is god a guild or goal.
This game we play with our soul
Must have an end.
The game always has a winner and a loser.
Yet some lose more than the rest.
To me the losers are the ones that wait.
Those who suffer through this pain and hate.
But if you leave the game you win that's my fate.
So look through my eyes and you will see.
Your mind will pivot.
And you'll realize the goal of life
Isn't to live it.