Every path comes to an end
just like you built castles in the sand
you look to the left and to the right
but still some things are out of sight
you can laugh and you can cry
but either way you’re ganna die
Fruits slowly rot
getting soft, rick a lot
your seeds will grow and prosper
but you’ll lose your foster
at the end like all the others you’ll be thrown
write it down
cause you know nothing John Snow
what you are is what you get
try to love your evening weat
love is a fire that never put out
wish you could’ve follow that route
and if you wanna make it loud
go ahead, no one minds
when you learn everything is finite
you live churesh and hold tight
cause everything you are and all you ever was
is what you made for the people love most
don’t forget them, don’t push them back
because they bring so much luck
if the pain is hard and can’t be bare
that’s life my good decent sir
In a day it can all be lost
make sure it can be worst
if you feel alone sometime
that’s ok, it is no crime