The pretty ocean turned colder, as the winter settled in.
Everyones patience started to grow thin.
The spring time came and no happy seeds were planted,
everyone started taking life for granted.
From good to evil, I don't know when it turned over-
like the drug addict that will promise you he's sober.
It's unclear, the story is for ever changing,
always new characters and things rearranging.
It may have always been this way, I just didn't see.
I could have been mislead by all the beautiful nature around me.
But there was a point in time when Hell froze over,
Hell was more unlikely to find then a four leaf clover.
But we did it, somehow us humans willed it to arrive.
Right here on our door steps, it wants you dead or alive.
You can never be satisfied in Hell.
You can never feel comfort, you can never feel well.
You sleep with lonliness, and hate is your best friend.
You wake up realizing your dream was just pretend.
And that's when it stings, when you first open your eyes.
And realize your dreams were so much better than the sun rise.
The sun was always beautiful, but it never stayed for long.
It had to leave here, because it knows right from wrong.
But all the people who wake up here everyday,
To them it's just normal. Everything just happens this way.
Seasons pass and the pain becomes deeper.
In hell they burry your happiness steeper and steeper.
They will hide it from you when you least expect it.
They will steal from your closet and not give a shit.
Even when you will give the shirt from your back,
They will take more when you aren't watching the rack.
These people don't know that what they do is wrong,
It's been happening forever, its gone on way too long.
In Hell there are angels, but they're are not meant to stay.
God knows they can fly, up up and away.
So he sends them here just a few at a time,
To see what he can stir up, at the drop of a dime.