What is life?
Why do they get what they like?
I don't want anything that makes me smile, I want to see them burn inside.
What is life?
Don't tell me what I can do; so it would be alright.
Tell me why their skins look like they have flesh inside.
What is life?
Why should I be the one who cries?
They smile and their eyes shine bright.
What is life?
Even when I cry no one cares to bat an eye.
They love themselves and their lives.
What is life?
Why do they get what they like.
I don't want anything that makes me smile.
I want to see them burn inside.