You re not ugly, society is. But is that really what s at the heart of this crypt?
Explosions fly by my deafened ears and the riotous noise masks all my fears.
And I m trying my best not to hit the ceiling, but it gets hard when all the walls are steel.
I know I m gonna die if I keep on going, but if I stop I ll get murdered in this battlefield.
What again is the name of this? The pointless, never ending game we play?
I question myself as I rise each morning.
Faster and faster than the sun each day.
I demand the answer, my anger rings.
Don t you ever wonder what would happen if I didn't make it through today?
My brain doesn t answer just gives me a voicemail machine.
And I call myself daily, hoping that I d pick up today.
Please, come back.
I don t want to lose you. Never ever.
But I know I will.
It s just a matter of time and a matter of skill.
So we re gonna have the best time right now.
Don t know when Tomorrow will take you,
But I do know how.
I just really, really want you to see.
I love you, Life.
Do you love me?