Why Oh Why May You Die

Days never seeming to end, Your ways never seeming to bend. As time strikes by, On a more endless scene to die, You just decide, To abide; to more of your silly ways, That only makes your life decay. Oh why; Oh why? May you die? Is it your sickness of stupidity? Or more of your humanity? Sometimes things happen with nature, Sometimes people just put off their future. You run off, Thinking their is nothing to loose, Except the boos; That seem to be devoured every minute that ticks away. For why; Oh why? May you die? Is it the character that you have turned to, Or is it your heart rate, that you seemed to virtu?