We grow old. We die.
Our lives made up of lies,
Come crashing down.
Shattering like glass without the sound,
Of terrible screams that keep you up in the night.
When your heart bleeds, you're out of mind out of sight.
The truth is, we live, we die, and we regret.
We live in anguish and pain, in stone it is set.
But one day, it'll all disappear,
So please do not fret, do not shed a tear!
Be glad, it's not over yet.