Sometimes I think about life

And why we are here

Sometimes I think about death

It is always drawing near

Sometimes I think it's not worth it to love

Sometimes I think I belong up above

Sometimes I think that life has no meaning

That we're here for nothing, just uselessly wasting

Sometimes I think of how much I don't care

About worries and troubles people have elsewhere

And sometimes I wonder what makes us hold on

What keeps us going forward in this eternal storm

Where pain is a friend

And love is a foe

Where words are like knives

And fear bubbles below

Where everyone's soul is always alone

And courage is lost, with no place to go