Im no more certain than alive,
Today I lost my purpose,
today I lost myself,
Death at the side of the one I love.
Smiles all round as my insides crack,
My life now bleak by my mothers side,
Depressed family, one more added.
I lay in bed, alone.
The microphone in my hand, i had nothing to say.
Of life and lust and futures untold,
Nothing came out except my lost jumper,
Another day goes by that I have not lived.
The poor zombie rots in his room,
Too depressed to leave, too afraid to stay.
Yet the shy grin remains,
My mother needs me to live.
