who do i live for?
what can i live for?
what is there to live for?
nothing but the few things i love
nothing but the few friends who understand
nothing but the life i can’t stand
i’m running out of purpose
i get lucky with what keeps me going
i’m hanging by a thread so close to tearing
i’m so dysfunctional, that no one can handle me anymore
not even a relationship with me can last long
i’m just an error, a corrupted piece of garbage
maybe God didn’t make a mistake, but i lived to become one
why must everyone fight against me dying?
what’s so bad?
you won’t care about it for long
soon you’ll forget
and move on
so what’s the point of resisting me dying?
i’m doing this earth, God, and you a favor
please accept it, because there is no other option anymore
my death is inevitable
it’s a demise im willing to open my arms for