What causes us to live? I know we have a heart, but I don't recall a "will to live" when I was born. The question I should really ask is "What causes us to keep on living?"
I don't want to die; I just don't know what the hell to do. I wake up, go to college/school/work, I go home and repeat the same thing tomorrow. Do we want more that an average life? Do we want to be a better person then our mothers and fathers? I really don't see the point to live.
Overall, we live and die. Some of us make it into books and stories to tell for generations while others are just a germ on the face of the earth. Again, I don't wish for death, I only wish
Eternity
As the days go by,
I still have you in my mind.
Like a sailor on the sea,
I need you to help me.
I show true affection,
And what I am left is an infection.
Something true and from the heart,
You leave me with a mark.
Some days I wish I could speak to you,
But it's something I don't get to.
I wish I had someone to follow,
Now I have no one, so hollow.
You probably say good ridden,
But I say this is a burden.
Maybe this is how it has to be,
But with this love for you I feel like an enemy.
My love for you could have been infinity,
But now I am left with pain for an eternity.
What causes us to live? I know we have a heart, but I don't recall a "will to live" when I was born. The question I should really ask is "What causes us to keep on living?"
I don't want to die; I just don't know what the hell to do. I wake up, go to college/school/work, I go home and repeat the same thing tomorrow. Do we want more that an average life? Do we want to be a better person then our mothers and fathers? I really don't see the point to live.
Overall, we live and die. Some of us make it into books and stories to tell for generations while others are just a germ on the face of the earth. Again, I don't wish for death, I only wish
Eternity
As the days go by,
I still have you in my mind.
Like a sailor on the sea,
I need you to help me.
I show true affection,
And what I am left is an infection.
Something true and from the heart,
You leave me with a mark.
Some days I wish I could speak to you,
But it's something I don't get to.
I wish I had someone to follow,
Now I have no one, so hollow.
You probably say good ridden,
But I say this is a burden.
Maybe this is how it has to be,
But with this love for you I feel like an enemy.
My love for you could have been infinity,
But now I am left with pain for an eternity.