No such thing as goodbye

Alone in a world
so dark and cold!
Living life...
just waitin to grow old.
Being born is like dying,
both ways someone is crying.
Whats the point of getting up day after day?
When in the end
we all go the same way.
Alone or in a crowded room,
we all taste bitter-sweet deaths doom.
All I say now is this is not good-bye.. because one day
you too will die.

~* Kylie *~