I don't know it anymore
 

I don't know it any more

What's life about,
Why do we live,
or better, why do I live?

I can only make you cry,
I can only make you unhappy.
I think that isn't the reason why I live.

But can you tell me the reason?
I'm sure you can't,
because when you try,
I won't listen.

Maybe it’s better when I die,
so I won’t hurt you anymore.
But maybe I hurt you even more when I die.
I don’t know what to do,
so please tell me,
I promise, this time I will listen.