I think of the years
To see the changes
I’ve seen in my life
And all the hard times
To have thought
Time after time
To wish I had never been born
And all my dreams of the life
I wish I had been given
Only to think
Somehow I’ve endured
The trail of torment
And, as I’m still here I wonder
What’s it all been for
But there’s no whys
and wherefores than to say
It seems my existence
Has been nothin’ but a lie
But I hold on only to see
This B grade movie through
With no hope of finding
Why I’m here for
Or that it gets better
But because there’s
No easy way out
And maybe one day, some day
I may find some reasoning
behind it.