Why succeed? Why try?
Why secrets? Why lies?
Why happy? Why sad?
Why emotions? Why mad?
Short, tall, skinny, fat.
Why judge? Only brats do that.
If I could fly, I'd run away.
'Cuz the pain inside, hurts all day.
I'd end the suffering, run away from my worries.
So I can wake up, and hope the world agrees.
