An end to everything

The end of your rope means different things to different people,

Why can't they all just mean the same.

I can't tell you why things are the way they are, 

So don't expect me to explain.

I hear the grass is greener on the other side,

but I aint ever been over there.

 Why can't you just be happy where you're at,

 and live you life with out a care.

There must be an end to everything,

I just haven't found it yet.

Does it get easier as you grow old,

 It probably never will I bet.

Im have'n a hard time turning 26, I feel my youth slipping away.

And I hope the man i always want to be, won't laugh at me for dying of old age.

Some times I want to build a pipe bomb,

and blow up a corporate clothing store.

Other times I wish That I had half the courage, 

to learn to love my enemies more.

There must be an end to everything,

I just haven't found it yet.

Does it get easier as you grow old,

 It probably never will I bet.

Jesus I hope you're rally com in, spring Is coming and i feel so cold.

 I could really use some conversation, If I'm not being too bold. 

There must be an end to everything,

I just haven't found it yet.

Does it get easier as you grow old,

 It probably never will I bet.