You're meant to be making me live;
Yet you're making me die. Is your
Goal to knock me right down? Are
You meant to be helping me survive
Or knocking me down to my death?

Why is it that people think that they
Can bully someone into doing something?
Why is it that people think that they
Can control someone with their vast
Knowledge of them? Why, why, why?

We can ask a million questions. But
Who's there to answer them? Who's
There to be there for us? You support
Someone else, then guess what? Your
Problems are insignificant and 'gone'.

Why is it that people attempt to be
What they're not and shouldn't be?
Why is it that people want to take
You from your comfortable, yet
Alternate reality? Why, why, why?

We can ask a million questions. But
Who's there to answer them? Who's
There to resolve our problems? Who's
There to help us deal with our worries?
Who do we have to help us? No-one.

Do you really want me to be dead?
Do you really wish me this bad will?
Do you really want to kill my hopes?
Do you really get such pleasure from
Watching me suffer? Do you really care?

You're meant to be making me happy;
But my unhappiness springs straight
From you. Is it your job to make me
Guilty? Is it that you wish me to be gone?
Why can't people say what they think?