My life

I had to shake the devils hand to meet my god. Had to cross all the lines to know I was lost. How do i know what to do without making a choise. It's like living in a silent place with lots of noise.

Life isn't how you looked at it as a kid, it beats you down, pick's you up and again it will let you slip. They will call life a bitch, but it isn't true, life is not the bitch, it's you.

Life is a mistery, and it will always be, how is it possible that from billions of people u chose me? Ying and Yang together make grey. But when war and peace are in one place you know it's a lie. Streets turn red and there is no reason why.

When you live your life, let no one ask why u made one choise or another. If it's the right choise, what does it matter? Just go on and forget the people you don't remember. But it will always rain in the end of december.