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Written by Andres Alvarado
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Saturday, 15 September 2007 |
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Why?
Every time I look in a mirror
You can hear me say
Why is my life like this?
How did it get this way?
Why am I living
On in all this pain
In a land where ignorance is bliss
And memory is bane
Where am I going,
And where have I been
When will I ever be happy again?
I go on living
In a place I don’t want to be
Is there anything left
Of the once whole me?
Can you see a reason
To eve be alive
Why am I breathing?
For what do I strive?
Why should I live
If we all aim to die
Why do I bleed?
And why do I cry?
Life is all hopeless
Darkened with blood
As I cut my wrists
and watch the red flood
my life falls away
my memories disappear
I just turn to dust
Like I was never here
All I am is forgotten
With all I could have been
If not for being forsaken
And the reckoning of sin
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