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by Debra Mar 11, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
There is no purpose My life is a game Since the day I was born And given my name A heart full of sadness Eyes full of tears A mind filled with dreams Being conquered by fears My motive is gone I've lost all hope My time is being wasted I just can't cope There is no light At the end of my dark road It has faded away Low and behold I'm not sure why I remain on this earth Since I've lost sight Of my own worth Why do I bother? Why do I try? Why do I suffer here When I could be happy in the sky? The decision is mine The one that I dread If I should remain living Or if I'm better off dead