I came to my senses, started thinking why is there
nothing good going on with me.
I'm terribly confused. Why do I feel persecuted
for the evil that I have not committed?
PRE-CHORUS:
Life's not fair and I'm already used to it.
But why does mine always have to be like this?
Don't I deserve to be happy even once?
Not even once?
CHORUS:
Is it me? Am I the reason why I'm lonely now?
Am I the reason why I have all these doubts?
Good Lord, let me know what's going around.
Is it me?
Is it me? I got no one to blame.
This f***ing world's my only game.
Good Lord, I thought we're all the same.
Is it me? Is it me?
I question why I live. What's the reason why I exist?
When I am gone, will I be missed?
What legacy will I be leaving if tomorrow I'll be missing?
Will anybody out there even care?
PRE-CHORUS.
CHORUS.
Oh good Lord, I am in pain.
I can't wait to end this game.
I know this might be all for vain.
But I hope, when I'm done, it is not the same.
Good Lord, is it a lot
for me to ask, "If I am not
gonna be victorious at the finish line
then won't giving up be just as fine?"
CHORUS (2x).
