Why do I put myself on the line?
You ask one night.
A line of happiness and depression,
And fight like hell.
And I'll tell you the answer,
Though it comes in many folds.
And some you may not want to hear.
And some I may not want to admit.
It's for you.
Maybe my love will help you survive.
Or help you win.
Or help your last moments be bliss.
It's for me.
I will always love you.
And those few moments I had,
could help me live without you.
It's for my sanity.
So I can remember that I can feel.
Whether its pain or love.
I can feel it.
Its for us.
No matter what happens next,
We'll always have been together.
And that's how it will go down in history.
So now I ask why?
Why won't you put yourself on the line?
A line of happiness and depression.
And fight like hell.
When it could save you.
Or just make you happy.
You won't be the one,
Who has to live without you.
Let's put ourselves on the line.
For us and the world.
A line of happiness and depression.
And fight like hell.
