You hate your life and I hate mine.
So, what lies further down the line?
Heaping on the sorrow and the pain.
In our silence, each other we blame.
I think to myself, cowards are we.
Wasting our lives, never to be free.
From each other, stealing the years.
Never confronting our inner fears.
Nipped in the bud this should of been.
Dealt with and buried, end of a dream.
Which way to turn, I'm no longer sure.
Because on we go, just suffering more.