Ah woahh

Life is long and life is short
We hang ourselves and we abort
We snort happiness and deceive our hearts
Dividing love in many parts
Pains a game and so's the above
If theres anyone I'm thinking of
If I can't remember the second verse
And to love your child is to scream and curse
Then count me out.
I won't scream
I won't shout
My mind is calm with doubt
And other stuff too
Because the life I lead
Wasn't prescribed to you
Oh, irony
Through the window and on the floor
And that one time oil called me a whore
When everything's numb
Yet my heart beats strong
Lifes too short for love
Yet to hate, it's too long.