Life is random

Life is beauty
Life is pain
Life is lived
Then taken away

Why do we live
When we must die
Why do we laugh
When we know we must cry?

Why feel happy
When we know we'll feel sad
Why feel good
When we know we'll feel bad?

What's there to live for?
A life somewhere other?
Perhaps, someday
I'll be loved by another.

After all, what else
could have hurt me so bad
that i don't want to live
just be angry and sad

but i continue
loving and learning
while i feel in my heart
a constant yearning

to return to the way
that things once were
that he was with me
instead of with her

and one day
it may still happen yet
although it's doubtful
and i may still regret