This thing called life just won't stop hitting
And, I cannot stop the hit
Everyone has a bundle to carry
Everyone has a scandal to cover
Often time's life is just too scary
Other times we just want a lover
There are things we hide and just can't show
There are times we are a spectacle
We sometimes sit in a bottomless hole
With the whole of life unacceptable
There are things we want
There are things we need
We may miss life's fun
We will feel life's greed
I can see myself in my own reflection
I can sometimes want to run
There is too much of a deep deception
There's too much need for a gun
No, don't say that - we all have heard
No, don't say that - has it place and time
Don't come to me with useless words
Don't come to me with attempts of kind
I've heard be kind, I've heard be good
I'm not sure if right now I want to be
Then, if love is the answer, I surely would
That's the question I continue to see
When it's all too much it is far too real
When there's not enough it is far too true
I may have heard I'm loved and still not feel
I may hold what's old trying to make it new
It is not new
This thing called life just won't stop hitting
But, I somehow can't hit back
This thing called life just won't stop hitting
So, I take life where life is AT!
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