Working With What I've Got

Sometimes I love you so much.
Sometimes i love you so little.
This thing called love is such a riddle.
I've thought about death.
I've thought about life.
All I have anymore is strife.

It's a crime.
Wasted time should'nt be in the past.
Be careful the shadows you cast.
Make sure your impressions last.
Life is a test we all go though but, some have it easy cause the world is cruel.
Some times I feel like a tool.
Maybe like a stool.
Weighted down by others,like mothers and brothers.