Life.
What is life?
Though that's not the question.
What makes one want to live?
Through the pain.
Through the sadness.
Through the anger and the malice.

What is the key?
Don't you see?
It's me!
It's you, and whomever we choose.
Life is full of pain and fear
All we have to do is remind ourselves of how we got here,
And you'll be put in tears.

Pain is the key, if you take it from me.
That's why we hurt ourselves.
When we're wrong;
Working ourselves up
Into this ecstasy
Getting high on pills
Just to feel like we are the only ones that really matter
That we don't need their love.
That nothing really matters.

Though, we never really had the power
To be ourselves
To love and let love
To live how we live
To fuel our inner child.

That's not what society wants.
But I say **** what society wants.
What ever happened to what i want?
What i need to be me.
There's never enough time to be me.
Not unless I got money.
Then all that brings along is greed,
What ever happened to me?

Life.
Oh what is life?