Poezja

This is a letter to the past 
Telling myself to make things last
I spent my whole life thinking
How could my ship keep sinking? 

It's not so bad 
It's never so sad 
I spent so much time cryin' 
About people and their lyin' 

It's not bad 
It made me sad 
And sometimes mad 
But I'm just glad 
Cause I had some fun 
Even with none 
Of you to follow
Maybe its just hard to swallow.

 This is a letter to the past
Telling myself its not so bad.