Your Poetry Dot Com - the grass is much greener on the other side

somebody once told me
the grass is much greener
so i started running
but never did i find the end

heaven is always somewhere else
and hell is always were i stand
happiness seems to elude me
but pain is always at hand

if life is about losing control
Of everything you know
And just letting go

then im about losing myself
and finding nothing in return
running till my life is ending
giving up on life without concern

beyond my search for love
beyond my search for life
beyond my search i seek

i looked for perfection
but dreams are hard to find
i looked for a life worth living
to bad im stuck with mine

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