What's the point in living,
If life itself is a lie?
When everything anyone lives for,
Slowly starts to die?
When people think they love someone,
And the person hurts them so.
How are you supposed to move on,
Without letting them go?
Even if they hurt you,
You can't help but love them, still.
It's sort of like a drug,
Something that makes you ill.
You keep on wondering why it happened,
What you must of done wrong.
Why does life have to hurt so much,
You've hurt for so long.
You cry at night,
And wonder why.
What's the point in living,
If you're just going to die?
You know nobody loves you,
And you think it's all a sin.
To wonder why it happens,
To feel the pain within.
To think you're just a no one,
To know nobody's there.
To wonder why you're still living,
When you don't even care.
You don't care about the sorrow,
You don't care about the pain.
You're wishing for no tomorrow,
While standing in the rain.
I understand the pain you're in,
For I feel the same way.
Don't bother looking for me tomorrow.
For I'm dying today.
Don't cry for me,
Don't pretend you're sad.
When you know you're not,
It's not that bad.
You never cared,
Not one bit,
And I was sick of it all,
You built me up,
To watch me fall.
And I couldn't do it anymore.
So forget I was alive,
Forget the things I said,
Because of you,
I wound up dead.
