They sing the same ‘song of life’

They sing the same ‘song of life’ Only with different words But a few might sing different songs With rhythm and doubted terms Let me be real this time I’m tired of these lies and votes inside What do you imply me be It’s my voice, no not really me There are two types of pain Pain that reduces And pain that alters And today, you get to choose dear omelets Do you even comprehend the weight of these words? “I did best I knew how” I can keep crying now I had to walk to the unknown With no-one, no hand to hold Don’t blame us for getting old Naturally, I’m a not character to unfold You can’t know joy Unless you know sorrow Always has been and always will be It’s written in both stories of you and me Confused, sad, excited, mad I’m emotional, well that’s too bad I can’t sleep - then get up or dream History repeats - as you may, I please Music is the best distraction Second to the movies of course Life is a changing chain reaction So many stories yet to be told Linguistics are quite fascinating I find English now very improvising Trying to find words for feelings I don’t know how to express, or comprehend Not long ago, I told myself I would deny the pain It’s not a bug, but a feature itself So why not make a gain