It washes, it cleanses,
It cleans, it dries.
Brings you to your senses,
Or, it tries.

It teaches, it learns,
The hurtful lessons.
It scratches, it burns,
Breaks all your possessions.

Changes with time, for better or worse,
Brings you to your knees.
Its sharp, its dull,
It could even leave you in a hearse.

It is life, it is death.
It is wasted on everybody's breath.
It is wasted on everybody's breath.
It is pain.