I'm getting sick of all these lonely nights, I guess I'm whipped I've gotten used to this life, I've forgotten how to live, forgotten all the good times, I keep on letting myself lie, to-my own self, to-my own mind, telling myself that I'm-alright, but I'm not alright, I ain't-even close to fine, I don't think that-I been right since-the first time that-I died, how-am-I e-ven-alive, why-do-I a-lways survive, what have I done to-deserve this life? There's-gotta-be-a reason for all-of-this, there's gotta be a reason that-I'm here, that-I get to live, there's gotta-be an answer to this question on-my lips, why? Why should-I-even have-to live-with this? Why-should anyone have-to live like this, with-thoughts like these, causing bad dreams, every nightmare's the-same scene, and-it always ends badly, why-should anyone have-to suffer, why-can't we-all just be-kind to-one another? Why-can't we just-be sister and brother, United-by the-one cause that-should ever matter, humanity, and-our place in it