Being alive doesn't make you alive
I mean
Waking up everyday and breathing isn't living
And ultimately no matter how successful you become
Or how far you go
You will meet your demise just as the next man will
What if, life is always like this?
What if you die
And the "Afterlife" or your second time around is no different?
That would terrify me
I've been stuck so long trying to figure out why I'm still here
Because I know I can be gone whenever I want
And the most pathetic part is
I had to create a reason for myself
To continue doing this daily routine
But what's the point in all this and me
Trying so hard to succeed if it won't mean ♥♥♥♥?
I'm gonna rot and dry out in rigor mortis just like everybody else
I'll try to make it pretty.