by rain
they say the sun sets and rises
and teary eyes dry
all as long as we wait for time.
it feels like the only option's suicide;
i just want to say goodbye.
what's the meaning of life,
why is it that we die?
what does it mean to cry?
let's play i spy
the answers, apply
these questions to life.
quantify and qualify
god's existence up in the sky,
where's the evidence, identify
the reasons we exist, but i think life's
a little bit meaningless, so life
isn't on my side.
no longer have an alibi,
i don't understand why we stay alive,
except to pacify and satisfy
god, so for peace of mind
let's just say that time
will supply
a better lie.
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