Every morning when I wake up I have to contemplate getting out of bed And I don't feel like going anywhere No, I don't feel my life going anywhere Every afternoon when I'm occupied I feel I have stop to catch my breath I have to wonder if it's worth it Or should I let it run away from me? Cause really, what's the purpose? Why does it feel so hard to do everything? Why Tell me why Why do I feel so empty? Every night I lay in bed awake With all these narrow minded thoughts Running through this broken brain I try to tell myself everything will be ok But every fucking night ends up the same I know that every story has a conclusion And I know it doesn't always end up well But I know I've got a future and things are looking bright So why does my life feel like hell? I ask myself Why does it feel so hard to do everything? I ask myself why Why Why do I feel so empty? I have friends who want to be there I have a family that cares I have everything that I say I need so why am I still crumbling I'm washed up and dissolving And I don't see that changing