Golden boy (nothing gained) (short version)

My passive actions used to reflect my lack of passion

Laughing at tragedies was just how I got past 'em

I'm not so cold-hearted just as much as I was showin' it

I just had a real hard time appearing emotionless

life sucked because I didn't care enough through most of it

it was hard to see a motive when you only felt hopelessness

but there was a light near the end of my tunnel

so don't give up every time you slip and tumble

you have to change that, stay golden while you stumble

roll with the punches, thank God and stay humble.

The End

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