Why do I blame myself for someone's else's mistake?
Why do I act like my whole world got ripped away?
If death is the end, then so lucky are we
There is a war
There is a fight
But it is not mine
There is a hope
There is a light
There is a love worth dying for
Friend or for
I do not know
But they human all the same
I don't want to go to bed
I want these out of my head
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I am tired of hearing things
I am tired of trying
I don't like all the rules they make me obey
I don't like anything
And I can't help but be this way
