well, beauty is only a shallow promise and life is just a game,
it's all in how you play it, not in how well you lay the blame.

there should be a reason to the rhymes, I would like it to be so;
truth is there is no real reason, it's just the ******' way life goes.

whatever we all do today will inevitably become our past,
remember each and every day was never ever built to last.

life is just a game, and beauty is just a shallow promise . . .
. . . and shallow promises, do sometimes get broken . . .