Empires will grow, and soon will end
Time will slow and darkness will bend
Just one day and my life will Mend
I sit and i wait to lose my heart
Words are what make one smart
But my life is what i need to start
When all is lost i sit and i grovel
Upon the rocks that 'R called cobble
With a life that is grey and quite bland
I wait for a person to hold my hand
I wait for a person who for me will stand
I wish on the stars for a point in life
But when i recieve one it all becomes strife
Why of why do i live this shit life
I sit and i stare at the blade of hope
I think to myself what is better a cut or rope
I try to believe it is all to help cope
Just one cut or a piece of rope
When the days over and fades to black
I know that is hopeless and ill be in a sac
The day its all over and i dont hold back
When people see peace their happy again
I know that its pointless so i hope for a win
But alas it wont come for its always the same
Huh you thought id rhyme well this isnt a game
