It wasn’t the start I imagined. 

But would it have ever happened 

Wasn’t it always like this?

Constant madness denouncing bliss. 

Yes that’s exactly how it always is. 

Aim for that goodness but manage to miss. 

If sadness had a currency then I’d be rich. 

Rich enough to make each day my bitch. 

But in reality sadness is constant rain.

I want to erase 90% of what’s in my brain.         

But each day I must relive the pain.

Who am I kidding, I was born to play this loosing game. 


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