If I cried, I would cry for the living. Look at the trouble life brings. Loss and decay are the natural way, time has its eye on you. Age is a sign you are living, pain is the proof you still feel. Loss and decay, is just lifes little way, of reminding you this is for real.
And each little chance, that has slipped from your hands- in the end... it was all up to you. And each little chance, that has slipped from your hands- in the end... it was all up to you.
Take a long hard look in the mirror. Read the lines that life wrote on your face. If the lines don't read well, then consider- if you're alive, then you can change.
You may rise up as light as a feather. Or you may sink like a stone.
But we're stuck on this same rock together. You are not the only one.