• Why must I be the one to live
    The one to live with a curse
    The curse of love and deceit
    The love and deceit of the beautiful.

    Why must I be the one to think
    To think everything as its best
    To its best is its worst
    To its worst to be what I feel.

    Why is that question I ask
    That question I ask daily
    That day, oh that day that i don't ask
    That will be the day in which i fulfill this hell and return to my sanity.

    Why?
    Because that is my life
    That is how I shall do
    That is how I shall die.