One, two, three.
Life always dumps something in your lap.
You're constantly busy redrawing your map.
You leave behind a fading trail of images and words
that you hope will prevail.
Life always dumps something in your way.
You try to make the
best of it every day.
You could give up and give in,
but you prefer to keep hoping some
kind of change might occur.
Hope in some kind of change might occur.
Misery sure loves company,
and nobody's ever who they seem to be.
The daily horror of people at their worst.
Most selfish, one day your bubble will burst.
So much time should not have passed.
At least not that way and not so fast.
It wasn't always easy.
It wasn't always fun.
But it was always worth it.
Regrets, I have none.
It was always worth it.
Regrets,
I have none.
Life
always dumps something,
so you should try to acknowledge the fact you're
surrounded by these relics of a life that no longer exists.
Your name still appears on the waiting list.
Life always dumps something that makes things worse.
There are no rules in this self-help universe.
It's never what you were expecting to find.
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind.
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind.
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind.