Life is not always as good as you thought,
sometimes people are left to rot.
Every day repeating again,
someday, you know, it will be the end.
Over and over a repeating cycle,
only few days to flash a smile.
Dreams and dreams turn to fiends,
but they are not the only things.
Life might hold some scary things,
but not all things are what they seem.
It holds wonders and magical things,
but then it all turns back to mean.
Life is more then Happy and sweet,
soon you'll make the sound of defeat.
Bad and pain is all you meet.
Walking down a long long street.
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