Why do I get out of bed?
Why do I get out of my head?
Why do I go into this world so cruel,
just to be beaten down and run all over?
Why do I leave my home?
Why do I leave my house?
Why do I go into this world so cruel,
just to be pushed and shoved like a little mouse?
Why do I go to school?
Why do I go to learn?
Why is it that I go out into that world so cruel,
just to come home and get ridiculed?
Why do I stay alive?
Why do I choose not to die?
Why do I stay in this world so cruel,
when I'd rather leave and stop trying to believe?
