Why does it even matter anymore?-
Why does living have to be a chore?-
How come I still breathe, but my heart beats no more.-
Layin' dormant, blood flows no more.-
Chest is sore from stress buildin'-
can't deal with it, it is just killin'.-
Murderous treacheries, makin' me stop to see;-
stoppin' me like a road block.-
No lets not, get into that I'm gettin' back,-
keepin' distance and buildin' fences.-
Tryin' to clot the blood that floods my lungs,-
bullets plug the gun, shit...-
trigger's jammed and I'm too scared to back away,-
'cause if I back away I might get hurt another way,-
forced to pay, homage -
to these bastards in my face. I'm just-
fed up, with it all runnin' from myself and sped up,-
thoughts mess up and say the wrong thing,-
God tell me! What does it mean?-
it's all over in the blink of an eye, -
don't ask why, just please-
take a second to stop and read-
my final plea, I wish, it was perfect, but I-
know we'll all die if we don't try, -
if we don't try to see it's too late, -
to escape fate, my mind state, -
got me wishin' I could end this 'n'-
not think about it no more, -
but its knockin' on the door... and I wonder...-
Why Does it Even Matter Anymore?