Why let the world ascend?
When it's going to descend anyway...

Why lay out tales of happiness?
When they are going to twist into agony...

Why create dreams?
When it's just nightmares that haunt after...

Why make all those efforts?
When they are going to seem like pretence?

Why make promises?
When they just keep getting broken...

Why have a universe?
When it's filled with horror of beings...

Stop smiling at me
If you don't mean it...

Stop giving me everything
*If you are just going to take it away from me...