Split It.

the sunrise, the sunset, you're hopeful and then you regret, the circle never breaks.
with a sunrise and sunset, there's a change of heart or address, is there nothing that remains?
for a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you’re depressed, will you ever feel ok?
for a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress, did you really think she'd stay?
for a sunrise or a sunset, you're either coming or you just left, but you're always on the way.
towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet, they are really just the same.
to the sunrise or the sunset, the master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
it’s a sunrise and a sunset, from a cradle to a casket, there is no way to escape.
the sunrise or the sunset, hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play.
but everything you do is leading to the point where you just won’t know what to do.
and the moment that you're laughing, there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.