Some people look for reasons to live
As if they need them to live
As if without them they’d die
While either way they’re alive
Just as much and just as surely
As they’re wasting their time
Looking for a hidden meaning
That isn’t trying to hide

So many want to leave a mark
And have a star in the concrete
And work so hard to impress
Someone they’re never gonna meet

Life's just as much like a sword
As it is like a pen
Because the point's the smallest part
And isn't found 'til the end