This thing called "life"
Is just that a thing
Its not owned by anyone

Some say that life is theirs
Life is how we live it
But what if we cant live it?

Everyday someone wakes up
And upon the opening their eyes
They decide that this "thing" isn't worth it

Every night someone cries
And with every tear that falls
They believe they don't deserve this "thing"

What they fail to understand is
That its just a thing
That its just part of breathing

Yes there are ups
And yes there are down
That's part of this "Thing"

That's part of smiling
That's part of being happy
That's just life