| *Back to Reality* Sometimes things have to go wrong To make them right Sometimes you have to fail To realise that you can indeed pass Why is life so harsh on us? Why do we have to learn from our mistakes? Life would be so safe If we already knew whether we are wrong or not But what purpose would it serve? Some people don�t care about wrong doing They stab you in the back They touch your heart and rip it off So, no, life wouldn�t be that safe after all Are we all masochistic? Some people almost seem to want to get hurt Even when they�ve been hit hard They don�t stop and get hit even harder Love is not real, it�s a mere illusion It blinds us and turns us into slaves Love can kill Love breeds violence Love breeds hate Welcome back, it was high time. Next / Poems |