And an arrow in my mind,
I tore my world apart,
To see what I would find
The boredom that was there,
Was certainly there no more,
But what was left were pieces,
That add up to the wrong score
A world that was careful, quiet, and carefree,
Was destroyed so that my life,
Would mean something to me,
But what's the point of living,
If to live you must destroy?
What's the point of happiness,
If it doesn't give you joy?
So my arrow hit is target,
But the target broke apart,
And now all I really want,
Is to go back to the start,
Yes I tore my world apart,
To see what I would find,
But what I found is killing me,
And all I want is life.
