How can you see the sun if you shade your eyes with precaution.
How can you wear the world with sunblock on your skin...
How can you rest when you move with exhaustion.
How can you ever end your life which you didn't even begin.

How can you feel a breeze when you stay inside.
Or play with snow on a winter's day.
How can you ever see the worlds collide,
If no one ever has something to say.

How can you see yourself in the mirror, if you refuse to look.
How can you like others when so full of hate.
How do you wish to remain secret, but talk like an open book.
How could you possibly blame the world of your fate?

How can you squish a leaf fallen from the sky.
Broken and sad, scattered on the ground.
Autumns tears who remain to fly,
And slightly turn on a humming sound.

How will you ever die,
if you refuse to even live?