So is it really any wonder why,
The only one crying for me is I?
Should I really be so surprised,
That you only talk to me in lies?
Do I really need to feel the pain,
Of living my broken life in vain?
Is it really some kind of blessing,
That I'm being taught life's lesson?
Am I really bad enough to recieve,
A lifetime filled with only grief?
Do I really need to continue trying,
To live this life only worth dying?
Am I really wasting everyone's time,
If I can't turn your water to wine?
Could death really hurt any worse,
If I could be peaceful in a Hearse?
Would it really be a burden to hell,
Having a soul Satan couldn't sell?
So is it really any wonder why,
The only one dying for me is I?
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