Sometimes after it's been going great
Life hits you like a chalkboard slate
With a message that leaves your ears ringing
And tells you it isn't done stinging.
What I do is let the tears come down
Until I somehow manage to hide my frown.
I feel abandoned, inherently messed up
And wonder how I've never completely given up
But I've made a pact with myself
That I will figure out why I've been through such pain
And the ground I've lost, I vow and endeavor to gain.