Why Am I Here? I often wonder why I'm here
I wonder about it every year
Is there a reason that I live?
Is there an answer you can give?
Is it worth me living this life?
There is no point to my life
I try to be as nice as I can
But it never works out the way I plan
Maybe I'm not meant to be here
Maybe I'm not meant to live
I may as well go away
On my own and far away
At least then I can't get hurt
No one can rub my face in the dirt
Everyone seems to be out for me
Everyone's trying to really hurt me
No matter what I try to do
People always make me feel blue
Maybe I should do them a favour
And go away where life is better
Better still I could just kill myself
Then they'll know they've got rid of me
I'll be out their way forever
Which I'm sure will make them feel better
Copyright 2001 Lee Platford
Written 2nd December 2001 | 
