How am I supposed to live
When life is what's killing me?
How am I supposed to give
When I have nothing?
What am I supposed to say
When you ask me for help?
What am I supposed to do
When who I love falls down?
Where am I supposed to hide
When I'm hiding from myself?
Where am I supposed to go
When everywhere is hell?
Who am I supposed to trust
When I am so alone?
Who am I supposed to see
When no one is at home?
When am I supposed to cry
When I can't be alone?
When am I supposed to think
When I have no private home?
Why am I supposed to live
When I don't do a thing?
Why am I supposed to try
When all I get is nothing?
