What if this is all there is, 
A minimum of happiness, in a lifetime of pain?
What if all my tomorrows,
Are even worse than today, more insane?

How do I make my way through life,
Always wondering why I'm here?
Feeling there must have been some purpose,
But never finding it, I fear.

What if the only happiness I find,
Were fleeting moments that couldn't last?
And all I have at the end of my life,
Is the hurt that stayed inside me, a product from my past?

How do I find some answer,
For the way things were and how I feel?
How do I learn to trust in others,
And believe that their love is real?

What if this is all there is?
What if there's nothing else to gain?
How can I look to the future,
Knowing that there is only more sadness and pain?

How do I look to the future,
When I can't find a reason to even be?
How do I find a way to convince myself,
That life won't always be so empty?