In the dead sliencs of the night we ponder,
weither they love us or not,
why you'll get up every morning,
who are you living for,
weither its ok,
why it never seems right,
who you want to be,
weither its really worth it,
why its real,
who said whats wrong,
weither youll make the next day,
why you are staying up,
who taught you how to feel,
just these little things that seem so big
I'm still going to smile though because theres no reason not to
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