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Born Dead
Whats the point of trying?
In the end it's never enough
People expecting more of you
When you have nothing to give up
Whats the point of caring?
People will leave you to die
And never take the time of day
To care about the pain in your life
Whats the point in loving?
Love always dies in the end
And then you'll never find a way
To get the strength to love again
Whats the point in wrong or right?
Your mistakes will forever haunt you
You'll always remember deep down
All the right in the world isn't enough
Whats the point in living?
A life you constantly dread
Deep down you know damn well
You were born into the world dead.
one of my favorites. i love the rhythm and how you answer your own questions. keep your head up baby.
I love the rhythm and beat. It's got that sad caressing sonnet about it. I love the danse to it and the stance. It asks a lot of questions that should be answered. Simply amazing.