If I wake up every morning
And have no want to live
Knowing I've made some big mistakes
That no one will forgive
When I hate going to school
And I have no friends
Then tell me whats my reason
For not bring my life to an end?
If my parents are alcoholics
And say they hate me everyday
Why do I put up with it?
Why don't I have any say?
Why do I let people
Pretend to be my friend?
When I'd be just as happy
Having no one in the end?
Why should I pretend to care
For someone who cares nothing about me
Why should I love someone
Who only uses me?
Why do I say I'm not suicidal
When its my only dream?
Why do I pretend to be okay
When I know thats not how it seems?
Why should I keep lying
To please everybody else?
Why would it be so awful
Just to be myself?
Why can't I wear my scars
With a smile on my face?
Why do I have to hide it
When it brings a feeling I can't replace??
Why am I able to write
But not say the way I feel?
Why is it so bad to be different?
Why can't we just be real?
Why is it so "wrong"
To have piercings and tattoos
Why do I fight it
When I know I'm going to lose?
Why do we do
Whatever it takes to stay alive
When were sentenced to death
The day were brought alive?
I can ask a million times
Why? Why? Why?
But no matter what we do
Were all going to die
