Not a day goes by that I don't wonder,
Wonder if I'm better off dead,
Am I just a waste of space?,
Like some proclaim,
Or am I here for a purpose?,
You'll never see the truth,
You'll never see the real me,
Every day is hell,
Not the hell beneath,
But the torment of the mind,
Cause every day I must live alone,
I'm trapped on this island,
And I can't get off of it,
Damned forever it seems,
There are just too many questions,
With no clear answers,
am I here just to wither and die?
Or will I find my serenity and seraphic beauty,
I feel like I'm trapped and no one can see,
Where the heck is destiny?
If I had a destiny I know,
I would surely prevail,
But until you finally see me,
I ask again, am I better off dead?