why

why do I live
why does the wind blow,
why am I down to earth
why do I grow.

why is there bitches
why are there whores,
why do we love
why are games scored.

why do we listen to music
why do we live on our heart,
why do we die
to be pushed on carts.

why oh why do you care
why are you shy,
why do I have to leave
why do I cry.

why do we where cloths
why do we judge,
why do we fight
why do we grudge.

why do we fuck
why do we sin,
I guess theres the questions
now the answers begin.

we live for god
the wind blows for us,
gravity keeps us here
we grow from gods trust.

there are bitches
that keeps the whores fancy,
we love the feeling
the score is extacy.

we use music for a way to get by
we live from the beat of a heart,
we all live to die
to be pushed on a cart.

funny thing is you don't care
your shy for attention,
I always have to leave
I am dieing did I mention.

we wear cloths
so the bitches can judge,
we fight for no reason
only bitches can hold a grudge.

we fuck because we are stupid
we sin just to die,
what else do you need
now go away fly.