I think sometimes life is meant to be bad
Never looking up, no silver lining.
Why do people always have to be mad?
They're always so sad and always whining.
I think I have grown to dislike people
Always confusing and emotional
Sitting up there in their mental steeple
While I'm down here, so unemotional
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
If I were never born, never thought of
Would they be happy, are they still alike?
Would they have once again fallen in love?
Sometimes things aren't always meant to be here
And sometimes I think I should just disappear.