I guess I'm crazy for wishing,
that it would be alright.
That things would mend on their own,
and I would win the fight.
That time would cure,
all hurt and pain,
and wash away,
with the rain.
I guess I was wrong,
can you hear my cries?
I've pulled the wool,
over my own two eyes.
So my best wishes
and luck I send.
Because no one wins,
in the end.
In the End.
by NyGirl