Part 4 We are hated by life itself.
Without even grasping the meaning of joy, we just ha^^^te the hand life has dealt us
and merely curse our pasts.
We are ha^^^ted by life itself.
We who simply like the idea of the word “goodbye” a little too much, with no knowledge of a true farewell, are hated by life itself.
Happiness, farewells, love and friendship;
They’re all goods that can be bought for money… within jokes made by comical dreams.
I might j^^ust di^^e tomorrow you know,
Everything might just end up being for naught.
Mornings and nights, spring and autumn,
Unchanging, som^^eone di^^es somewhere.
I don’t need dreams or even a tomorrow,
If you’ll have live^^^d on then that’s all I need.
Yeah... That’s actually what I want to write about.