IT GOES ON...

It goes on, Life goes on,

You don't stop for anything, anyone.

Walk the streets like a zombie, 

Wish I had, on me, a gun,

Not to shoot anyone but myself, 

It was my fault alone.

I knew I was walking on fire, 

Yet I washed my feet with oil, 

Oh and how it burned!

Every part of my muscle and bone. 

It was something I had anticipated,

Yet avoided all the symptoms.

The end result is here, 

Black, burned, bruised.

But Life goes on, it goes on,

You don't stop for anything, anyone.