Why am i stuck in a world where i
obviously don't belong?
Why am i always trying when i know
everything will go wrong?
Why cant i go back to the days where
i didn't care what anybody thought?
Why cant i go to a place where
everything that happened will be forgot?
Why do i slice my wrist?
feel the pain and watch the blood drip
Why do tears overcome my eyes?
every time i think about my horrible life
Why am i this way?
Why did i survive today?
Why was i created?
There must be a mistake, i'm a illusion, i must be fake
Why am i heartless without a soul?
am i a spirit? is=f so where do i belong?
Why cant i do nothing but cry?
Why cant i accept me and my troubles and
stop asking why?
