Elegy For The Living
I don't know how to feel
I don't know what is real
I could run until I'm out of breath
But there is still no escaping death
If it were mine
I'd feel fine
For death is no shock for those who die
For it is not them that wonder why
Nor do they hide themselves to cry
Supportive Career
Gone with no future in sight
And no way to get through the night
While worried about a supportive career
With no clear answer near
Every night struck dead with fear
All because of a failed search for a career
I've worked so hard already I'm worn and tired
I've worked so hard already I should have retired
Happiness Is Gone
Happiness is gone
Should I move on
What is left to be offered from life
If it just adds strife
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