When i was young

When I was young and naieve of the world,
I felt so careless and free.
Little did I know of the pain to unfurl,
That it would one day consume me.
Older I grew but naïve still was I,
Then one typical day,
One minute I was happy, and then I thought I would die,
It was then my mum passed away.
And in my sorrow it first dawned on me;
There is no such thing as a happy ending.
The years rolled past, further I grew,
And then my life again saw a light,
For I was in love, and I finally knew,
That thingâ??s in this world were alright.
But time marches on, pains merciless heir,
My love and I grew apart.
Then he was gone, I felt such despair,
My life had been torn from the start.
And in my despair it reminded me;
There is no such thing as a happy ending.
Now here I sit, alone I cry,
Not happy or even content,
Reflected my past, so far in lifeâ??s ride,
Felt all of the hurts that I met.
And in my torment it occurs to me,
That while Iâ??m a lucky gurl,
For some people at least, itâ??s easy to see
There is no such thing as a happy ending.