Figuring out the game,

How it's played is such a shame,

The rules, everyone had their own,

What's fair for others is not what you've shown.

Broken! It's broken! That was not fair!

But no, it happened, there's no use for those prayers.

Keep going, keep going, maybe you'll see the end,

Of this story, that continues forever, maybe you'll see the wounds mend.

Hope is what keeps us going,

What's next? Something better? Something worse?

Something higher, something lower,

Or will it be the smoke that we're blowing?

Or the tears that we’re shedding? Or the laughs that we’re bellowing.

I just hope that it’s pretty!

I could live with that.

Even if it’s a little shitty.