Hero for a day
king for the week
but after a quarter comes a life of a martyr.
So begins the age of what has to be,
A decade of life love and struggles of ones own
After which a score of three that passes like a candle
a fire that goes out but in a way that can never be smote out
only to brush the residue away,
thus a lifetime to follow one’s own sorrow.
Let it not be your tommorow.
Enjoy what you got,
Live a little
Laugh at life just a bit,
for when it somes
you know how to handle.
So come at me
Id rather be your friend
I’d love to work with you,
coz in the end,
we become what we always hate.