Everyday I ask myself
Why am I still here?
Going through this misery
Why am I still taking it?
Why not just give in?
Why not just quit?
There's no reason to live
Well not for me
Not yet at least
Some people live to see the end
Like Sharon said
But what's in the end is you die.
Things past by you
And you won't even know it.
Some people live for their family and friends
But why?
After a while they'll forget.
You won't be as important.
I think the reason why I'm still here
Is because you keep pushing me
Maybe not directly
Maybe not at all
It might be just me
But something inside me
Keeps me going
I'm not sure what or who it is
But something's there
That's keeping me here
Making me go through this horrible misery...
