When times grow tough and things give in and things again go back
It's when our times do split again that makes us give for tact
To times we make both understood
And times we make for naught
That takes us to a time when we cant give enough for naught.
We make these times with 'alcohol' both fun and times for joy
And times when we all do specialize those times do so annoy
But things that make us realize
The friends we judge and know
Are not the times we feel ourselves
And yet our futures grow.
For when we feel amongst ourselves and feel that "buzz" begin
It's those low times that bring us to
The time when pain begins
And such as we, immortal 'we'
And times both tough and true
That brings us all to realize
That struggle is not you
But yet the feeling tried and true
Without the struggles cause
For when our trials matriculate
Is when we feel our cause!