it's 5 amI can't sleepI can thinkabout methe pastmy futuremy pastis blankcan't rememberdon't want to.the futureis lonlyI am alonethey all finallyleft meby my selfI knewit was goingto happen.
Can you see my smileit is fakeit was never realI wish I could make it realI try so hardfor it to be realbut I have to be happyfor my smile to be realI have to have a life"where can I find one"is a joke , but it is also tureit hids the real you .the real me
Life is a CamaraWhen you are around the people you like you smileBut when you are alone you feel like shitAll the thoughts you hide in the dayCome back and hunt youEvery bad memories comeYou try not to cryBut you can't helpYou say you are doneBut tomorrow comes and you do it all over again.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.