Can you say something, a truth to show why things are this way
Is that too much to ask of you , to contemplate our life
Or easier to say, the plan a path that others set out for us
Day after day of pain, joy, and everything in between
Every emotion, feeling that we feel, growing old, there's a pain
One that no one bothers to share, not yet old, the pain is there growing
Some don't want to feel the pain that is there, so they think
To end everthing before it grows simular to the flame that grows on a candle,
Being blown out just like the the candle, never to be lit again aleast for them.