What is life? And what does it want?
Does it take up its time with hurtful taunts?
It gives us friends and family, to show the safest way,
Then just as calm and peacefully, it takes them all away.

Like when you think it’s going great and nothings going wrong,
All the taunts come back again, to sing a hurtful song,
The words they say stick in our minds,
A spell of self-hatred they twist and bind.

As our minds get sick, and our bodies grow weak,
A compliment or a friend is all we seek,
Our world gets darker it turns to hell,
All of us this from that hurtful spell.

How is it that one word makes you sick of your life?
Is it the person that says it, that makes it a fight?
A fight for a friend, a fight for some love,
Is that worth fighting for? Do you not get enough?

The chances are that you get all these things,
But you only remember the words of the song, and the taunts it sings,
Look around you and take it in, there’s people that love you,
And the words are full of meaning, the words are true.