I used to question life
Like why do I have to feel this pain?
Why do I have to feel the shattered pieces of my heart?
Why life ain't treating me good?  

And I used to question my own existence,  my own life
Why I had this life?
Why am I here?
Why life is so unfair?

And when life question me
Why do you hate yourself?
Why do you keep pushing people away?
Why do you hate life?

I used to question if things could get worse and now I wonder if my life can get any better.