Life is a fickle game where no one will win,
The meaning of life is in the creation,
And the creation is a human construct,
People make up things in order to get through life,
Some may say that living your life is just like killing yourself,
only it takes longer,
But what if that’s what I want?
They may also say to forget about meaning and think about enjoying the moment,
I suppose that there is beauty in the moment,
But what about beyond that?
People come and go,
And life is life,
It’s a mystery,
A nightmare dressed up as a daydream,
To me it’s ultimately meaningless.
And the fact that i’m burned out doesn’t help.

What are you going to tell me?
That I can’t see anything properly when my eyes are blurred with tears?
That i’m just a bit upset and i’ll get over it?
That with my kind of mentality it’s no wonder i’m so sad?
But what if I stopped crying a long time ago?
What if i don’t feel sadness?
What if i’m just numb?
What if I don’t know why I feel the way I do?
What will you say then?