I dwell near things that are dead. The things I love are filled with dread.
I see lives go speeding by. Their lives are taken by a simple lie.
I can’t seem to grip what life is about. That’s a question I need to figure out.
What is life and why am I here? Why does everyone have a fear?
Once I figure these things out, I can live life freely,(I can leave this Earth) without a doubt.