Providence

From hero to zero.

Cigarettes are burning extremely down my throat

There is nothing to hide and nothing to boast

My mind is restless it finds comfort on smoke

The stomach is aching my heart almost closed

 

What are the odds that men feel such pain

What used to be happy now I cant regain

I hope it will still be possible to breath

The freedom to learn on how to escape.

 

Seriously though, what money can’t buy?

I used to be wealthy and everything’s a dime

Now that I am penniless  I wish I would die

The amount of sadness just crazily came by

 

When I had money I thought I had power

Nothing in the mind that has to be bothered

Now came the dark side of having to lose it

I cant think straight even a bit

 

I used to have friends who enjoy my side

They used to adore me and always abide

And now that I need them where are they to hide?

I guess it’s the loneliness that’s killing me inside.

 

I don’t choose to question the world about everything

Beside there is only me to blame

But I just wished I could bring back something

I know I cant and nothing will be the same

 

And now I mourn about yesterday

But I know I have a fault to pay

No one will judge tomorrow for me

But then I still hope I wont lose my sanity.