Life
The days are too short
The years pass by
Try the best to live
Then die.
The way we live is choice
Choice is ours you see
Happy, sad or downright poor
We are what we want to be.
It matters zilch if love hurts
You will find out in the end
If it is not meant to be
Don't pretend.
Don't worry if your lover
Stabs you in the heart
It only means now you know
You must part.
When it is over
You have always been alone
Born, live and die this way
Problems are your own.
No one really cares
They live their life for them
Heartache is all you get
Who cares in the end?
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