I keep mixing it all up
Living and being alive, I don't see the difference
They are just two different states of the same thing
Ice is still water and water can still boil
It can turn to steam and be forgotten
Yesterday was once today but unless there is a tragedy it is forgotten
Merged with all the other stories rumbling in your head
Is that what it's like to be alive
To feel like everyday is a new chance
Or is living to be stuck in the past
Not moving on but not forgetting those left behind
What am I supposed to do
Because if being alive is to live only for oneself
I'd rather be dead