The hurting ends when you stop feeding it;
Sometime about when you die.
After that, well I do not know,
maybe dead people also cry.
But when I think; well I'm not alone
Because there are thousands more like me,
It must be natural to sit and moan
And I can do it all for free!
Yesterdays are long, long gone
Except if I recall them in my mind.
That's because I think I'm the only one
The world has treated so unkind.
But nah! Not true... there's me and you!
The rest, we left behind.