Always pictured that it'd be hard and hell it is.
People that claim they care, don't show you shit
And the people that couldn't care less love to pretend.
Is it that pain is necessary to understand life?
Is it true that those in the most pain tend to be wise?
Is there no way to grow without breaking with time?
Maybe there's just a dark age that precedes the light.
Who's to say at who's dismay is one to smile?
When the sparkle in someone's eye may just as well be foul.
How do you guess who's got a motive and who's here to stay?
How do you build when every move takes a piece away
Who's to say before a smile there must come some pain?
A harsh reality trapped in someone's heartless game.
