Why Cry ? (Live or Die)
Ever felt like…”why do I bother?”
Ever felt like…”why should I love her?”
Ever felt like…”who actually listens?”
Ever felt like…”what am I missing?”
See the world around us is far from perfect,
And in my youth I’ve become confused of what is truly worth it.
Why love? Why lose? Why all this heartache?
Who am I not? Who do I chose? Who cares for heartbreak?
Wether we hear it in a story, a poem or song.
Life is still subject to move on.
As I lay thee down to sleep.
I find it hard to count these sheep.
For the fog in my mind, has yet to settle,
And the rose struggles to obtain its petals.
I can’t help but think why cry?
When those who cause it, could careless if we live or die.








