The question he once asked
Eyes of hatred staring at me.
Why would a human want to live,
the mirror on the wall reflecting what I don't want to see,
does he really have to be like this?
Love is no play or game.
Over and over we lose trying to win.
It will hurt and we're destroyed by pain.
Or we will drown, even if we try to swim.
I just want to live to be a kid.
In the end, all of us will disappear,
like a apple being eaten up bit by bit
just for the crowd at our funeral to quietly cheer.
The only question I could tell
why don't we just kill ourselves?
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