Why say the grass is greener on the other side?
Why if in my eyes suicide is the only side?
Where my mind can't hide but yet I'll let it ride
But why? What it if I get there and I can't view the side
I can't sue the side and plead for a newer side
Should I go to knock on the gates
And ask my god to turn my water to wine
Why would I do that would that make everything fine?
But what makes everybody soul different from mine?
Why would I live to put up fight
If when I get to heaven everyone but me will be dressed in white
But WHY? Would I fight to live
If I live to die
Well I don't know why but I guess I better make this side count.
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