Is it wrong to never know what you want?
To not understand why you say some things?
Why is the urge to never breathe again so strong?
Why does death seem inevitable?
If I died today would you cry?
If I died today would you care?
If no one ever questioned me, would I be different?
If I hadn't ever started out this way, could I have changed?
Why should I wonder if I should be different?
Why do I have to put up with the pressures of society?
Why does it seem sometimes people enjoy the pleasure of hurting me..?

Guess I'll Never Know.