What makes me want to still be alive?
The purpose of my existence?
To, get myself out there and thrive?
Nothing is instantly certain in life
Nobody is promised a tomorrow
Enjoy it, do the things you love But then
Something happens, something that makes you look behind, below
That thing just makes you want to give up
Oh, how you weep
Want to die
Thinking about it as you sleep
Cry, cry, cry
Find the burning feelings and bring it out by doing something your passionate about
Because up ahead
Tomorrow isn't certain
Thinking you can't do it because
"You're too young," "Too old"
Keep on trying
Until the end of the road