Life is pain.

Really, just one big game.

Where we are the players,

And all the world’s a stage.

So we step out of range

And take a lucky shot.

Which doesn’t say a lot,

But we can move on.

Everything is wrong.

The days are way too long,

And the nights too short.

All the memories we have to sort.

With a rebel yell More, More, More.

When is a door not a door?

When it’s a jar.

We’ve gone way too far.

Can’t go back, it’s too late.

Don’t rise to the bait.

Gotta stay cool, calm,

Nonchalant.

I’m not a robot.

I can’t be bought,

With flashy coins and shiny stuff.

It will never be enough,

Just let it go.

What else can you do?

With the end so near.