My life is nothing but a canyon
empty and spread part from the world
but if that were true than I'd never grow
and forever would remain an empty girl
my life is nothing but a politic
open to everyone's debate
but if my own thrown in, it be such a sin
for the empty girl to turn irate
my life is nothing but a tragedy
but for it no one sheds a tear
a twist in the end, makes every ear lend
and when finished leaves most lives in fear
my life is nothing but a flower
that never seems to grow
and by time budded for the world to see
her petals are suddenly covered in snow
my life is everything you can imagine
from imaginations as wild as can be
any random object picked for comparison
and surely in some way
shall become me