The Art Of Life
Everything in life is a question and I dont have the answers.
My innocence has betrayed me.
I pray to nothing that this will go away.
My dreamcatchers broken and the dreams are leaving quickly. Breaking the hollow doors to get out, quietly not making a sound.
With broken wings and shattered hope I'll try to fly but fall to the ground and wonder why.
Why do only sinners cry? Why do the nice ones get to die? Why arent they punished and left to linger in this hard life.
Life is an art a