C’est La Vie

like always I’ll do what is easy to do..
throw the responsibility on life and run 
hide and of course like always scream 
“c’est la vie”…
then I’ll start to hate myself for doing so
look back again, reach out my hand
try to grab the last hope of mine
how miserable I am
how hopeless I live
trying to take back
what is no longer mine
what once I possessed
this time the life looks down to me
and shouts to my face
“c’est la vie”…