What makes me wonder why?
What makes me understand?
What lets me know...
Theres nowhere left to go.
Why do people fear
the thought that they will die
What makes them misunderstand
The way im gonna die
With my blood upon my hands.
What makes my world black
What covers the light?
What stops me from being...
Whatever i was meant to be.
Which way do you go
When both directions are empty?
Who do you turn to
When theres nobody left to listen?
What do you do
When everything has lost its meaning?
What would you do
If you were me? |
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