Nostalgia circulates through these veins Same old people New bodies New pain Love is barren for my heart is preoccupied Common misconceptions take the throne and reign
I remember the days when I thought happiness was free Soon I learned it never was Someone else paid the price for me Now simplicity has been crucified Silence is reduced to bronze Now I wonder what was the cause
Everything I knew was turned to ash But who ignited the fire
There are always two parts to life. The good and the bad. This just happens to be the bad. But it could always be worse.