a story for another day

This is only the first page of a journey

The new beginning of a disappointing tragedy

The laughter of children, and the grunts of old men

Taking it all in, I breathe a sigh of relief

We’re alone because we were born alone

And we cry because we have to cry

Another’s hands only postpone the pain

Our smiles are fake because the world we live in is-

I suppose I could tell you all about it,

But that’s a story for another day

A morning’s falling snow

Aha, it was so cold

I remember feeling so depressed that morning,

You were much too kind to me.

To me, you were the spring and-

But that’s a story for another day

We’re weak because we choose to be

Our bones are so brittle

Songs of happiness only exist to cover up sadness

Oh, how transparent we are

How sad it made me feel to live in world like this!

But that’s a story for another day

Nothing matters anymore, nothing at all.

Not your tears,

Or laughter

Even the bravest of us succumb to unhappiness,

So there’s no need to apologize for such a thing

Excitable chatter,

And hoarse voices talking about the future

If you apologize for such a thing I’ll-

We’re sad because we choose to be

And the summer’s end weighs heavy on our hearts

Unfortunately, that wasn’t where I met my end

How sad and how miserable I was,

Thinking myself to be-

I suppose I could tell you all about it now,

But that’s a story for another day.”

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