On broken words and wasted days
Wandering aimlessly in the dark
The past is the past
What has been set in stone
Can never be undone
Now pick yourself up
And face your fears one by one
Let's seize the day
Dreams come true
But not by actions of the weak
No guts, no glory
I wanna live til' I die
No more, no less
Life can be overwhelming
But somehow we'll make it through the pain
So hold your head high
And let's kiss this sad excuse for a life goodbye!

This poem is about: 
Our world


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