Like a knife

In memory of Jim's bad day, and my yin and yang rollercoaster upside down twisted yet somehow predictably comforting version of what I like to call my life, I give to you my first original work in a long time.

A simple hello, a simple goodbye
He did not know the answer to why
She said with a smile, speaking his name
For all he knew it was part of the game
Of life
It cuts like a knife
So with a bleeding heart, and a sinking soul
Taking him down that old rabbit hole
He knew that old road, been down there before
He still hasn’t found what he’s been looking for
From life
It cuts like a knife
But you never know what tomorrow may bring
The flowers may bloom and the birds may sing
Before the clouds start to form and the storm brings the rain
Flushing it all right down that drain
Called life
It cuts like a knife
Yeah, it cuts like a knife