Tell me darling why
do I
waste time
on people longing to die?
All they want to do is fade
at the end of the day
when i want to burn myself out
over a few decades?

I head today
Esther died
but i wonder
was she ever alive?

She never drank
or danced or fell down
downtown or sang
in public

A pulse is no sure proof
And that, I tell you, is the truth
and truth
always hurts
Where others walk
I skip in the corridors

Anyone can breath
Any heart can beat
but do they
really live?
Truth does hurt
But honestly does a pulse
prove that one is really alive?