The Coin

The Coin
I don't know why

It happens to me only

words that should bring joy

they do nothing but make me cry

when they stopped saying things

i heard the voice that wasn't

i heard the sound that wasn't

but with all the pain that was to come

i had no fear of them

for it is a habit for me now

for i have no fear now

i have been hurt so often

that pain holds no meaning

not for me now

for stange it is

they say happiness and sadness

are the faces of the same coin

so what should i believe now

has the mathematician's formula gone wrong

or should I believe something has

gone wrong with my fate

for never matter how many times

the coin is tossed

i keep getting the same one....