If life is so precious, then why does it end?
If time is so sacred, then why’s it to spend?
What is the point of living at all?
Who cuts the thread to cause a good man to fall?
Life it seems pointless, just a quick in and out.
But then, why bother staying in a world filled with doubt?
Depression and sadness this tear-ridden place
Causes nothing but problems for the human race.

Someone ever so watchful, I’d like to know why
He’s never there when a soul starts to die.
When my heart, it seems heavy and my mind filled with doubt.
When my life lay in ruins and there is no way out.
Our time is a game; it’s so easy to lose.
If death is a bomb, life’s a fast burning fuse.
Nobody knows when their curtain will close
Life is for keeps, there’s no way to lend.
Then it just finishes, that’s it, the end…