Yes, I'm alive, but do I deserve to be?
Why did he have to go instead of me?
We look for a system, for a reason to run,
But life's cold and capricious and callous and done.
Why do I put up with it?
Why do I try?
I'm sick of all this living,
But I'm too tired to die.
You can spend you whole life getting it right,
And lose all you hold dear on some quiet night.
You can cheat and steal and borrow and take,
And live like a king off those in your wake.
Why do I put up with it?
Why do I try?
I'm sick of all this living,
But I'm too tired to die.
So easily we lose what we believe,
Will be there forever, until they leave.
And yet we keep going, and still we try,
For just one smile before we die.
Why do I put up with it?
Why do I try?
I'm sick of all this living,
But I'm too tired to die.
