Bittersweet
Bittersweet, is my relationship with music.
Sometimes it’s there to comfort me
Sometimes it’s there to break me,
Sometimes it’s there to make me smile
but sometimes it hurts me.
They say the game is tough
not made for delicate hearts
its not until the break of trust
You realise the true colours
Of the ones you elevate fast.
Bittersweet, are the lies
As no-one knows the truth
I sit in silence, wondering
When they’ll pay their dues.
Bittersweet are the memories
Bittersweet are the people
Who’s a friend? Who’s a foe?
No-one really ever knows.
