I sat at home and wondered why,
Why people live on the streets,
And why people cry,
Why was god so perfect,
And why were all not,
Does god like to watch me cry,
Does he like to kill and watch people die,
Why did he make murderurs,
And why did he make sick,
Why did he make homeless,
Why did he make this,
How can he watch us,
And still be happy,
Why do we worship him,
If he just makes us all cry,
Why did he make rapist,
And why did he make death,
Why did he make you so far away,
So far away i cannot touch,
Why did he make heaven,
If i can't visit loved ones,
And why did he kill you,
Is it so i suffer,
is it so i die,
Why o Why,
Do i have to die tonight...?
