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Why Me (A Olafsdottir/C Vald)


What is the point of anything?
What is the point of even living?
Callin’ on anyone who has the answer
Why has this happened to me?
I walk in the darkness, where is the light?
Who ever said there is a light at the end of the tunnel is an idiot
Why me, why me

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Week one gone
Week two gone no light, no light
September, October, November, December
Year done still no light
January comes and goes and it snows
I lay down and close my eyes
Let’s go to sleep I feel peaceful
I’m ready to go
Why me

I can hear monks singing in the distance
Or maybe they are angels for me
Coming to set me free
They’re getting closer
And closer
What
Shadows in the distance
Closer

What…
Hey you are not the angels
The three witches are coming for me
What do you want from me?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Why me, why me
Get up stop whingeing
Why me, why me, why me
Life is what you make it
Not for you to break it
Why me, why me
Poor me, poor me
Stand up and look at all the things you have
Crying like a baby like a spoiled brat
Why me, why me
Poor me
Stop feeling so, so sorry for yourself
Why me, why me
Stop whingeing
Why me
Why me