Does it matter, If I go. Did I make a mark, Will anyone know?
Will it make I difference, If I leave. Or will everyone just, Sigh of relieve.
Is there a point, Or can I give up. Everyone else, Has given me up.
Something matters, Because I can't go. Did I make a mark, Will I ever know?
Things will change, If I leave. I can't promise, it'll be good, Even for me.
Maybe life's the point, No sense in giving up to terror. No-one else is the person, Who stares at me in the mirror.