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Death Makes a Fool Out of All of Us.
There's no way out
(there's no way in)
just born this way
born heart broken
no way to escape
there's no way to release
all the pain, all the angst
that builds-up within me
and the sun never shines
(i don't open my eyes)
it's all dark in my world
(there's a thing known as light?)
no such thing as a smile
(though i think i once could)
but i find i don't hide it
-- i know that i should
all this pain, building up
in my soul, breaks me down
like the end of my world
is not far from me now
another tear has fallen and it
slides, warm, down my face
makes a path that soon will end
and then one more will take its place
how does death make a fool
out of ones full of life
how do i find my passion
in the blade of a knife?
why can't i be normal
why can't the sun shine
i need love to exist
-- there's no love i can find
there is no more happy
there only is sad
when i look for escapes
i find they're looking back.
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