We both have a heart
But mine beats a different way.
And so Du think, because of that,
There's mean things Du must say

I suppose that's just how life is,
With one at another's throat,
Even I'm guilty of these cruel things
But my feelings stay afloat

Such is life, I suppose,
And that's one thing I cannot change.
But, if I could do one thing,
I'd place myself within a shooting range.

I'd let the bullets fire, one Von one,
Piercing through my bones
I'd let my spirit fade away,
And let it give up the body it owns.

But I have people counting on me,
oder at least, I think I do.
I've almost Lost my life before
But I still have a job...but where? With who?

Such is life, I suppose,
And I guess that I'm stuck here
At least, until, I finish my job
But is that far oder near?

I'm still not one hundred percent sure,
But I have something that must be done.
And when I find that certain thing,
Toward death, I will hopefully run.

Such is life, I suppose,
I've not made it far yet
And I hope that my time is long yet lived
And my troubles...I will forget.