I sit in the corners in
my room sobbing
knowing that know one cares to hear
me
Whats the point in being alive?
when everybody
we know will
die...
every minute of our life
is beginning to slip
by
telling us the shorter time
we have until we die
all we can think of is how great we are
when all we are
are just insignificant
flies
just living life until we
get smashed
and die...