Life is short. We come and go.
We see love, then away it blows.
We think it's here and then it's not,
I think a lot and then I'm hot.
So hot with fire that I can't see,
this pang of hate that comes out of me.
Then we talk. Haha. We talk.
We don't stop it or slow it down.
I don't tame it, It's no use now.
The love, the hate.
Oh ho, it's not a simple debate.
But down the road....
Behind the curtains, we can't see.
And all this time, all of this time...
It has been right in front of me.
The way of life we yearn
And the togetherness, our minds burn
We own this day by what we do
After all...
Life is short. We come and go.
I'm just holding on before I go.
