Why?

Why

should you try?

What's the point

of leaving behind the current joint?

Why put down the bottle of whisky,

when it's just too risky?

You're suffering from depression,

and you feel you can't take the oppression.

Why not give in?

Is it truly a sin?

If this really is an unstoppable trend,

then why not make this life end?

Why, oh why,

must you comply?

Why put up with the pain

when you feel there won't be any gain?

Allow me to speak,

on behalf of anyone past this peak.

You can't give up yet.

You're merely the butterfly caught in a net.

And as the butterfly escapes and flies away,

today will end, followed by a new day.

A new day, another chance.

New people, another dance.

People who want to help you

when you are once again blue.

You won't be this way for much longer.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

And stronger, you shall be,

when the day finally comes, and people will see

that you conquered tears and the dark,

and that you've left your mark.

But now, you must trust me.

I was once there, but now I'm free.

At the end of every tunnel, there is light,

and that is where you will win the fight.

Now, do me a favor: look me in the eye

and tell me you won't question why.