What's the point in living,
if we're gonna die?
What's the point in laughing,
if we're gonna cry?
What's the point in telling the truth,
if we're gonna lie?
What's the point in saying hello,
if we're gonna say goodbye?
What's the point in saying we will,
if we're not gonna try?
What's the point in saying "us,"
if it's only gonna be I?
There's not even a point in wondering,
so why do I keep asking "Why?"
