Sometimes... I wonder what is the purpose I wonder why I quit everything I start I wonder why I beat my own self-belieft down I wonder if anyone will miss me I wonder if I could have made this better I wonder what would have happened if I had held on I wonder if I had made the right choices, would she still be here? I wonder why I have three guitars, but no playing ability I wonder what it feels like to run again I wonder why I have no desire to nourish my body I wonder what it'll feel like when I reach the bottom of this dark abyss I wonder what it'll feel like to hit an 18 wheeler head-on I wonder why I can never get up I wonder how it became like this Sometimes...I just wonder |