Lived an old man aging man who lost his friend
He carried by his side all the things he had in life
Left all the things that troubled him behind
He was once in a desparate need for attention
And so much more
Living his life
With the question of conception
There is no more
No more feeling sorry
And no more getting mad
Yeah right!
You got the answer
Through the years he came to know
Sometimes it's better to let it go
And never look back
No matter what they said
And then the ones he learned to ignore
The ones who always asked for more
Secretly respect the life that he led