I am only nineteen years of age, However I'm 1/4th of the way through, Who in my life do I trust? And what in life must I do? It's to short, I tell myself, Each and every day... But, if it's in fact way to short, Why not just... wither away? After all, pain is temporary, And hate is in our minds, War hurts all of us, Love is what we must find. Get along, I know we can... but that simply is not true... Oh well, its to late now, I have failed in what I must do. So, keeping in mind, all I have said, I have come to find, That life - yeah it is to short. ... it's just not enough time. Do you know one thing you must do?