Open a bottle of champagne, to drowm those sorrows. No need to save it for happier times, that's all behind you. Go ahead and complain, by all means you deserve to. No need to rave about greater times, those have passed you by. Who knew the guilt you contain, from all those who left you. Don't think about those who haven't left. There are barely any. I can see the pain, that life has caused you. Don't remember the joy. For joy never came. The way you've been treated is inhumane, all the hurt and the pain. It's enough to drive you insane. But I can see it's too late. Life has run its course, and for you my friend, it was never easy.