why do I still cry
why do I still care
I know I'm not alive
I know I lost my flame

why do I still smile
why do I still breathe
when I'm being knocked by your fist
when I'm standing on my knees

why do I still try
why do I still pray
I will never touch the sky
I will never find my way

why do I still fight
why I do still feel
although I'm all alone at night
although I have scars on my skin

why do I still search for home
why do I still stay strong
cause maybe I've got a feeling in my bones
maybe I will find the place where I belong