Why do we go on hurting one another?
Playing games and telling lies
so that I may laugh while you die.
Yet when that expected day do come
My heart bleed as I see you succumb.
Why do we go on fighting one another?
To win another to my point of view
in order for my shaken beliefs to be renewed.
Amidst the shouting we fail to see
What we are all after is to preserve a foolish "me".
Why do we go on stabbing one another?
With tongues as sharp as a warrior's sword
drawing blood from wounds that may never clot.
As the splatter slaps onto my face
How terribly bitter is its taste.
Why do we go on hurting one another?
Why do we go on hurting ourselves?