Well I guess its great to die,
'Cus in the end we're all alone.
Even through the tears we cry.
We end back in that broken home.
It's just the fate we're given.
All barriers remain unbroken.
Its rough hell we're livin'.
You'll regret the words unspoken.
Pain balances out that common joy.
Hatred makes one broken thing.
A man always grows to a 'lil boy.
What the hell is worth to sing.
How many tears do we cry,
Seeing sorrows and the worst day.
"It'll get better", the biggest lie.
You'll miss the things they'll never say.
And love never last but an hour.
Love is blind, lovers eyes are dead.
Romance is always bitter and sour.
All that is left is a cold bed.
Thus, is that common sense.
Many find this difficult end.
You'll never climb that fence,
Lies will always bend....
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=248833
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 22.03.2011
автор: Даша Піддубна