You never cried, you never froze
and yet how well your garden grows -
you reap the fruits another sows:
i guess that works out well for you.
suffering has served you well -
it's common but it somehow sells
so sing your little songs of hell and sell.
hollow hopes and empty dreams
and blind pursuit of worthless schemes -
that's all there is to life, it seems,
unless you prove me wrong - please do!