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Is There A Reason To Die?
Tell me, is there really a reason to die?.
Do people really have a reason to die?.
Why, is it that death sometimes feels like your only friend during your darkest hour?
During your deepest despair?,
Whenever no one would be there?.
Is self-murder sometimes the only option? Or that's just the only portion of what we're thinking?.
I sometimes wonder why do people think life is precious,
However, is life truly something worth living or just some other fad?.
I'm made out to be a sad,melancholy.
I sometimes don't see clear,
What have I done to myself?.
I've died, I've lied, I've lost, but yet never really found myself.
I get scared, yes I get scared, I get worried and somehow find I'm no longer here.
But, tell me is there really a reason to die?.
To forget regret?, to lose at my wits end?, to be lonely, to feel like a loser?.
I don't really care any more; I've tried my best to please you, you, and you, but none of you are satisfied and say I can't do nothing right.
What life do I have if it'll be swept under the rug as no one cares.
But, tell me is there a reason to die?.
There's a reason to lie,
There's a reason to ask why,
But is there a reason to die?.
Do people really have a reason to die?.
Why, is it that death sometimes feels like your only friend during your darkest hour?
During your deepest despair?,
Whenever no one would be there?.
Is self-murder sometimes the only option? Or that's just the only portion of what we're thinking?.
I sometimes wonder why do people think life is precious,
However, is life truly something worth living or just some other fad?.
I'm made out to be a sad,melancholy.
I sometimes don't see clear,
What have I done to myself?.
I've died, I've lied, I've lost, but yet never really found myself.
I get scared, yes I get scared, I get worried and somehow find I'm no longer here.
But, tell me is there really a reason to die?.
To forget regret?, to lose at my wits end?, to be lonely, to feel like a loser?.
I don't really care any more; I've tried my best to please you, you, and you, but none of you are satisfied and say I can't do nothing right.
What life do I have if it'll be swept under the rug as no one cares.
But, tell me is there a reason to die?.
There's a reason to lie,
There's a reason to ask why,
But is there a reason to die?.
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