Just going through the motions yet again
Sunrise, sunset, not much of note between ’em
What’s really the point of it all?
Why so much emphasis on living?
If life really is just suffering
why force ourselves to stay longer than we have to?
I guess I’m supposed to think there’s a point to it all
but I’m starting to wonder if there really is
or if we’re lyong to ourselves to make the misery make sense
My personal reasons for pushing through
are all gone now and no help to anyone
Stripped away by God or fate
or my own personal failure
I don’t know that I’m strong enough to do this alone
but I’m too afraid to miss out on something that might prove me wrong
So I’ll just keep stumbling along
looking for the light in this darkness
the light I’ll probably never find
because it just isn’t there anymore…