Why? Why do we let ourselves get attached?
When we so plainly know it is never going to end well
The amount of times we have to say bye has no end
Why can't life be full of life and swell?

Why do we have to go through all these tough moments?
To learn a lesson?
Whats the lesson in death? That it's near? That we only live once?
I was a mother and he was my son

It's not easy being there for a living creature
Expecting, hoping for it to have the best in this life
You know, subconsciously you know that it's run out of time with no cure
And you try and try, but nothing helps and all you are left with is grief

So called God is supposed to be the good guy
But what is the sense in creating life if all he does is take it back
These things is what makes me question the reality of this guy
Is he real? Because I see no proof of him