What is the Point to Life?

Live life with no casualties, Live all on your own. Live life to the fullest, Before it's all gone But what if that's not what we want? Strange turn of events has us coming to a cross. Life is a mystery, all in its own. Buts who's to say life isn't our own? Twists and turns have us coming in short. Making it hard to push through the hurt. Life isn't fair, that much is true. Buts who's to say you can't make it unfair too? Hurting people is what life does best. Putting our hearts and minds to the test. Buts who's to say you can't get away? Step aside and go the easy way? Dark red stains the floor With gore that these days have all seen before. But who's to say life isn't fair? When your mourning the dead, who really cares? When they are gone and finally free. Who's going to hurt by this sudden flee? Escaped life's trap so skillfully Nobody even assumed it would be me. But who cares anyhow. When your wrists are cut out. Bleeding all over, inside and out. Besides the ones who said not to go. Yet they didn't stop you, no, they didn't even know. The pain, the hurt you have been through before But believed was over comes back for more. And why not let it, you see. Convince the darkness to come over me. Because the bleeding feels good The monster says yes. And life throws a curve While you just scream yes. So what's the point in life? When nobody cares and nobody fights. The world will stop turning When we learn to fly.