Imperfect

What's the best thing to forever
When there's nothing left?
What's the point of living
When you have nothing to live for?
Where does life go
When your living a lie?
What happens
When you die?
Where's the laughter
When there's tears?
Where's the heartfelt
When we're living in times of heartbreak?
When is the lie that people are living going to end?
This world isn't perfect,
It's as imperfect as we.