They say there’s:
A time to cry
A time to be sad
A time to say goodbye
A time to be mad
At this bar, drinking,
Trying to get past this sorrow,
Like a wise man, thinking,
Just get me to tomorrow.
I ask too many questions,
Answers of some, I shouldn’t know,
But I stay in the kitchen, when it gets hot…
Cause that’s when true feelings show
I’m burning memories…
Like rubber on NASCAR,
Please leave my memory,
Go somewhere afar…
If struggling is for the weak,
Then I’m at my weakest point,
Been fighting this for to long,
That I forgot to stop and inhale the joint (life)
What’s after this?
A new beginning or a new sinning,
I needed to keep tough,
Because with every beginning starts a new winning.
