Life *****, and then you die Your heart breaks and so you cry You pick it up, and it's painfully tough You can put a smile on, but it's never enough Just live each day like it's your last Don't look back, not to the past Chin up, life is hard and it's cold But you've been dealt your hand you cannot fold You tell yourself it's nothing you lack, That sometimes the love is just gone And it doesn't come back
this is an original poem by Kit Lynn, if you use it for any reason without letting the author know, legal action will be taken.