If there's no meaning in dying,
Why would there be one in living?
If they hate us so much,
Why do they cause us to be born?
It is their own mistake,
We are not to blame
But yet they do,
They do blame us…
But how can we help it,
That we are their mistake?
How can we be at fault,
For something we haven't done?
Why should we be at fault,
For their own weak hearts?
Why don't they understand,
That we…that I…just want to be loved…