The smell of lily’s and roses in the air.
Lightly playing music and our hearts in despair.
Not understanding what we did wrong to each other.
Feeling turned from the ones i once called my brother.
Life having me fucked up beyond belief.
reminiscing on my past the happy and the grief.
But hanging on to this little glimmer of hope.
Still learning how to fix my self how to cope.
Fuck this shit i need another drink.
As i slowly in this life i sink.
But everything i hope will be ok.
but it might it might not be today.
But thats ok pain comes and pain will go.
Even when you feel like it is just now starting to grow.