I am but another sad soul
Lost in this mundane world
Struggling to give meaning to everything
Searching for reasons why things are what it is

Making herself believe
That everything has a purpose
That everything happens for reasons
That in the end, we'll have what we deserve.

But what if we've tricked ourselves into believing
That something is meant to be,
When in reality,
It is not?

What if we just make ourselves believe
Into the sugar-coated lies told to us?
What if we just make up all these silly reasons
Because it is easier than the truth?