Human exsistence...... br It must be the reason to depression, br we think to hard about our lives, br Then we begin to ask difficult questions! br br Why is everything so wrong? br When it could be so right. br Why am I not happy? br Why am I dead inside? br br Should I be smiling? br Should I play an act? br Shall I put on a play br and pretend everything is alright? br br Maybe I should just die, br Would anyone miss me? br Would anyone think twice br Of me even exsisting? br br I look back to everything that has happend, br Not that bad br To other peoples misfortunes. br Still? It is my past.