How can one who never wants to really die,
Have such a lack of will for life?
How can one's mind be nothing but a cacophony of whispers and screams,
When said one would be better off if the two would just join at the seams?
How do Chaos and Peace co-exist when locked together in the same brain-tissue-padded, skull enforced walls?
How is it that a broken moral foundation doesn't crumble and just let those walls fall?
How can one finish, when one doesn't even know where to start?
How can one be responsible for so many broken hearts?
How can one continue to cry, without ever knowing the exact reasons why?
You can never teach a flightless bird to fly.
And I suppose through it all,
You'll never make the man with no will for life,
Ever really want to die.