I often sit down and I wonder why
That I choose to keep living and not to die
The latter would seem to offer welcome relief
And I ask would it cause my loved ones grief?
So I sit and I question and ask myself "Why?"
I want to be honest and try not to lie
So why do I find it so hard to admit
That although for the most part my life can be s**t
I still seem to grasp at the "what's still to come"
Beacuse all of the past cannot be undone
The bygones are bygones and as hard as they've been
I'm still very curious about things I've not seen
So maybe I'm yellow - a coward at heart
But hey, what the hell it's, a good place to start
Things may even get better - they may even get worse
But if I don't stick around, I can't fill my life's purse
So therefore I'm asking why ask myself "why"?
It's only a choice - so I'll live ... and SOD WHY?!