take a good look at whats gone is it just lost and waisted,

im seeking out my memoires while there just blurred and faded,

for only when love is broken youll remember most when its hated,

and sometimes the good things only come when there belated,

its a cold world, this society that we live in,

while god gave us ears but when it comes to the truth nobody seems to wanna lsten,

the truth will sometimes hurt while that pain will se us free,

from the empty confusion within each memory,

it hurts as when it does we tend lo listen to what we feel,

some cope with a beer bottle as if it'll understand whats real,

and some cope by over eating while obesity starts with only one meal,

others just try to over dose to the situations that they just cant deal,

you just try to hold on to the good times as thses memories grow colder,

for the good times thats gone tend to seem bipolar,

because they never seem to stay while they just come every so often,

you say life is just to hard and i just feel so lost an,

while every smile thats there is a mask over me,

within these discrete tears is a painful memory,

and as each laugh begins to become more bleak,

yet it hurts i try to wipe the tears so discrete,

but ill stand tall amoung the raging pain,

i know ill survive even if i feel lost in every way,

because to be lost doesnt mean you cant find your way again,

so try to smle truly dont smile to pretend,

now look to the sky even as it begins to rain,

and you can find your self once you find how far youve came,

so in the end....youve made it.             PAST THIS COLD WORLD