Life’s a bit unfair, lately…
Or so do I thought.
It is a bit too much of everything.
The crossroads are through,
But not really though.
A little by a little, you started to lose yourself.
Devoured by the rhythm of mistakes,
You never knew would be so cruel.
You lost chances, and your loved ones hurt more.
Life’s a bit pristine, recently…
Or so do some thought.
How should we cope with the guilt of losing the things we lost,
That we don’t own?
As life’s a bit dragging,
You never knew it would be so cruel.
It throws you into regrets,
You blame yourself.
Until you can’t anymore.
But nothing you can feel more or less,
Life’s making you to love yourself less. And less it becomes…
As life’s a bit funny,
The love you get was so much,
Until you realized it,
It has changed a bit much.
Or that’s just the look of it?