Part One
The pen isn’t empty
As these thoughts run through my head
Of all I can see
I chose a line but wrote all this instead…
Girls are dancing
Round the old bonfire
Boys are hoping
For the ones that they desire
The old men sit
Looking up towards the clouds
Wondering how the days had passed them by
It’s sad to think
When we all wear our shrouds
That death comes upon us and we don’t ask why…
I know, the cycle of life
It all must happen for a reason
But why can’t we hang on
If not even for one more season
Maybe it is our time to go home
Whether we go to heaven or worse off hell
Now ask yourself before your soul goes to roam
Of all your days did you live them all well???
Part Two
Living well isn’t a question of good or bad
You can have a bad life without ever feeling sad
Ever receive love
Only to reject it???
Ever feel pain
That you wouldn’t admit???
No matter what you get dealt
It should always be embraced!!!
Would it really be worth it
If half of your life was erased???
How can you expect to heal
When you’ve never really been scarred???
Can you honestly keep yourself healthy
When all you feed yourself is lard???
Not that I really care
It’s your life
Your agenda
Affair
I only have this one message for you
Do what you enjoy
Enjoy what you do
Because when it comes down to it
You never know when your time might be through…
Now It’s Through
Take a good look
See all you have done???
Look at all that pain
How the fuck can that be fun???
Without remorse
You inflict all you see
Set their course
You’re the infection inside of me
Try to close my eyes
But the sun doesn’t shine all day
Losing the fight it’s no surprise
The more I struggle the more I slip away
I may fall
Taking it all
Where do I go
How can I know
Don’t worry it’s not over
Far from the fucking end
I keep you alive
So guess what? Now is when!
You’re hitting the bottom with me
Don’t even bother trying to pretend…