I ask why?
Why is the world so full of water?
Why is there so much danger?
Why, over time, is life getting harder?
Why always someone we know and never a stranger?
Why do we allow simple things to kill?
Why can I not ask of you to really try?
Why do some of us have to pay the full bill?
Why do we have to say goodbye?
I don’t want to walk our last journey beside a wooden bed.
I don’t give much for prayers comforting me at all.
I don’t give a damn about all the things I’ve read.
I don’t want to see you descend into oblivion’s empty hall.
I don’t think I can take anymore from life.
I don’t think I want to be here all alone for sure.
I don’t think my heart will ever be so rife.
I don’t think he who wrote this plan was nearly mature.
So why is the world so full of water?
I don’t have anyone to catch the tears I cry.
Maybe that’s why life is getting harder.
I don’t believe in Paradise it could be a lie.
So, why keep going to where it all end?