this is really it
this is all that life is
I’m growing older bit by bit
I won’t awake to a magical kiss
I’ll just breathe as time flies
and that’s all it will ever be
life has no hidden surprise
no fantasy where I’m free
I won’t suddenly gain powers
I’ll be lost but never found
the only time I’ll receive flowers
is when I’m resting underground
my one shot at consciousness
is spent on dreadful events
I will never reach success
I won’t even pay my rents
because this is really it
this is all my life will be
I’ll keep abusing my wrist
in quiet and drab misery
but I’m hoping for the day
where my food tastes like magic
a day that isn’t all just gray
because maybe life isn’t so tragic
things might not go my way
but I’m happy every now and then
so now I’m hoping for that day
I fall in love with life again
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