Roses_Are_Yellow
April 15th, 2011, 09:57 PM
When life's carefree, I find my self wondering
what's the point of life?
What's the point of sorrow?
When I feel as thought there's no tomorrow
They laugh at me now
mock me,
But will they regret it
when I make the final slit
And when I cry
no one seems to care
I try to hold it in
but when I break they tell me
life isn't fair
Day to day
I seem to wonder
what's the point of life
when I can have a peaceful slumber
what's the point of life?
What's the point of sorrow?
When I feel as thought there's no tomorrow
They laugh at me now
mock me,
But will they regret it
when I make the final slit
And when I cry
no one seems to care
I try to hold it in
but when I break they tell me
life isn't fair
Day to day
I seem to wonder
what's the point of life
when I can have a peaceful slumber