so we live to die have you ever wondered why
we make numerous of sacrifices have you ever asked why
its easier to set ourselves to overdrive so why sit around a cry
when you can drive at 20 and still die
yh every one smiles and everyone cries
people ask us why are you still alive and
you nod  smile and reply aright
but i ask myself the same question every night is it
high enough would i die from that height

As you spun these lies
all I now seem to do is
cry
they say wasn't my fault but I can see the lies,
still every day n night I cry
why oh why oh why I'm now empty
inside this gaping whole I can hide
but these emotions that co inside. make me question this life
and why u had to leave I'm preying to the sky looking for hindsight
but my arms are cut from beneath sleeve you promised you would never
leave so now I'm lonely my whole family's phoney just me myself n my one n only ,i.

only time will tell if im smart
or just unwell
another boy and girl ripped from the word
whats this whats that whats that me decaying
flesh it not at liberty to digress that sort f explanation
to such a small race of boy ad girls

see the mirror in your eyes don't explain
the pain and cries
the what if the whys why should i try
why should i not cry so
we try t hide what we feel inside whats the point
why hide the cries yes you here your not left be hind think positive whip the tears Fromm your eyes you should feel lucky your living and alive

endless pain blunt knife
days of nights of  nights nothing's right
so yes we live but then we die
who's to say whether its wrong or right blunt blade sharp
knife its wrong with cut as they claim that its not right you try living my life
you may sit a cry have you ever ended your life to wake up the next night well you listen here n you listen good that's my cry lets see you try maybe you should now lets see who's thinking is right

bleed hurt bleeding  gut
people ask you okay what's
up nothing matters or hurts enough
these razor blades just don't cut
yes im bleeding are you reading
but that's not compared to what's up
how a cut gonna help when nothing
ever is just enough yes i slice another cut that
will never amount to whats really up
i don't wanna be here iv had another
where's my cloud  and halo now that what's up

im bleeding im pouring my old mans asleep but he's not
snoring im drug free when i should be scoring
it hurts it pains but nothing feels the same i know
its sad and it same lame but
i long to be with my father once again why cant i get the
***** and grab the rains
so i can follow suit and do the same