Sometimes life is hell, I’m sure you can relate.
Although I look back on strife with admiration,
there were times I wanted to die.

So what then do you think of your suffering?
With what has it left you?

Did you pick yourself up and dust yourself off?
Or did it break your bones?

You shouldn’t feel any pride or shame either way.
The burning is the part of you that meets the sun straight on.

Are you towing the line? You know I can relate.
Someday you’ll look back on this and reminisce
and be stoked you had the chance to be alive.

So what then do you think of your suffering?
With what has it left you?

Did you pick yourself up and dust yourself off?
Or did it break your bones?

You shouldn’t feel any pride or shame either way.
The burning is the part of you that meets the sun straight on.