As i walk down an empty road, i think of how my life has gone by
How everything used to seem so meaningless and fun
But then i realized that one day, im goning to die
And i had yet to accomplish anything in my pathetic life
I look at my empty palm and think of all the friend i help out
Thinking of how i gave them good advice and bad
Why don't i do that to everyone?
Why only to the people I consider my friend?
I look to the sky and see a bird pass over head.
All the bird did was fly, find food, and suvived
It was the fate of the bird
Could something more ever happen to it?
I think of this about myself as well
Friends, enemies, alies, nemisies
Everyone is conected by these ties that are our names
Even if they are different in any way possible, they are still the same
You can put two men together that have two different minds
Keep together long enough, they will find at least one thing that they agree on
Life is but a flower in the wind
Lossing its pedals over time and withering with each day
Some poet once wrote that, i have no idea who
And as i think of my life as a flower i begin to cry
This reminds me of how our life is, how it can end
Everything in uor lives can break and fall away
All we need is a tap on the wrong side
And we will fall
How everything used to seem so meaningless and fun
But then i realized that one day, im goning to die
And i had yet to accomplish anything in my pathetic life
I look at my empty palm and think of all the friend i help out
Thinking of how i gave them good advice and bad
Why don't i do that to everyone?
Why only to the people I consider my friend?
I look to the sky and see a bird pass over head.
All the bird did was fly, find food, and suvived
It was the fate of the bird
Could something more ever happen to it?
I think of this about myself as well
Friends, enemies, alies, nemisies
Everyone is conected by these ties that are our names
Even if they are different in any way possible, they are still the same
You can put two men together that have two different minds
Keep together long enough, they will find at least one thing that they agree on
Life is but a flower in the wind
Lossing its pedals over time and withering with each day
Some poet once wrote that, i have no idea who
And as i think of my life as a flower i begin to cry
This reminds me of how our life is, how it can end
Everything in uor lives can break and fall away
All we need is a tap on the wrong side
And we will fall
