LYRIC FOR SALE

By TheHumblePencil

I used to think
I have goals in life I want to achieve.
This became the motivation
To keep moving forward
Whether it rains or shines, just keep carrying on.

Why do I cry now? Why? Why do the tears keep coming?
That’s when I learned how much I laughed at the enthusiastic self I had,
Was also how many tears I cried at rejections and failures.

I learned to be tougher from these failures and crashes.
I made myself promise not to ever tear up again unnecessarily.
I made myself think I was made of steel,
As I journey on to my goals.
Little did I know, we are only human.
And we all have feelings.
It was only right to feel sad or angry sometimes,
And not everything is a bed of roses always.

Why do I cry now? Why? Why do the tears keep coming?
That’s when I learned these tears were comforting during my toughest days.


My perseverance, which brought me to my goals,
Ah, finally!
Made me celebrate,
Made me smile and accept the recognition.
But when you felt everything was going smoothly,
Trouble never stayed far away.
How was it that what I deserved could end up tarnished in the blink of an eye?
Betrayed by the closest to me?
Discriminated, accused, taken advantage of…
Worse of all, I was thrown back to square one.

Why do I cry now? Why? Why do the tears keep coming?
That’s when I learned the tears this time were of betrayal and injustice.

By now, I have gotten used to trouble and disappointments.
What do I have to do if I’m back at square one?
Restart again like a game!
Grind it up and give my best shot, except being more vigilant than before.
Experienced but still remembering my values and principles,
Success prevails triumphantly to me in bliss.
It felt strange.
As if it were borrowed. As if it were all a dream. As if the dark history could repeat itself again.

Why do I cry now? Why? Why do the tears keep coming?
That’s when I learned the tears this time were of fear.
It wasn’t only fear of losing it all but the fear of losing myself in it all.

I kept doing what I do best all my life,
Slowly searching back for my roots,
Losing some part of the success was fine
‘Cause finding my way back into myself was crucial.

That’s when I thought to myself, when the time comes for me to leave this world,
I hope the tears I cry will be because I am proud of myself, and I could only wish for a better life next.