I came across the lyrics of The Chronicles of Life and Death by Good Charlotte, and I found the lyrics too meaningful for me not to share it with everyone:
You come in cold You’re covered in blood They’re all so happy you’ve arrived The doctor cuts your cord He hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life And where do you go? With no destination, no map to guide you Wouldn’t you know That it doesn’t matter, we all end up the same These are the chronicles of life and death And everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world And you go out just the same Today could be the best day of your life And money talks, in this world, that’s what idiots will say But you’ll find out, that this world Is just an idiot’s parade Before you go You’ve got some questions, and you want answers But now you’re old, cold, covered in blood Right back to where you started from These are the chronicles of life and death And everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world And you go out just the same Today could be the worst day of your life But these are the chronicles of life and death And everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world And you go out just the same Today could be the best day of Today could be the worst day of Today could be the last day of Your life It’s your life Your life
