I\'ll take my poetry,
I\'ll take my music,
I\'ll take my art and leave
my troubles behind,
I\'ll see if I find,
a way to release,
the pain that keeps me,
behind this door
where no light gets in,
I can\'t stand the darkness anymore
I\'ll take my sorrow
and break this glass,
It may be half full,
But it\'s not going to last.
I want to let go,
but yet I hold on,
the worst thing about life,
is that it goes on,
and on,
and on,
it never stops,
I\'ve got one life,
I\'ll live to the fullest,
only because I\'ve always known this
the universe,
will take whatever it wants,
whenever it wants,
however, it wants,
and will never,
give it
back.