I’m living a life without meaning
If that’s the case what’s the point in living?
I’m waste of space
Burdening my friends and family
I just want to find love and be happy
But even in that I’d hardly say I’m trying
When my friends ask for help in love or in life
I do it without thinking
But deep inside
Honestly, I wish I could be like them
Living with dreams and meaning
I would kill myself
To lessen the world of a useless human being
If I wasn’t so afraid of dying
So I push myself to keep on living
Hoping to find happiness and a meaning
For this worthless human being
That is me
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