Whats the point of living if you have no love
How do we know if theres a god above
Nothing is perfect, always a mistake
Why do we smile if its easy to fake
How can we trust if we cant really see it
If they say they love you do they really mean it
Why try to find love if you lost soul
fuck this shit its impossible
Where is the good in the word goodbye
Why kill ourselves if we're all gonna die
If you know they will leave you
everything that starts always has an end
everything thats straight always has to break or bend
everything that happens never happens again
It always ends, so why does it start
just like my parents, they both split apart
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