It's getting harder now to remember
All the places I've been and all the people I have hurt (they won't speak to me again)
I've been counting them out on fingers and toes since your mentor died, yeah he decomposed
You did not expect him to pass that way, and his stench almost destroyed
Destroyed your faith, well
Don't lose your faith! Don't lose it!
Well now I'm holed up in a basement in the South
Writing notes to the whole world from the underground
Why would I be born just to die young?
Could it be some little demon has me all high-strung?
Well, I am not going to string myself up, and I am not giving up belief
Because existence should not be a reason to grieve
No, existence should not be a reason to grieve
But what if it is? Well, what if it is? Just grieve with me and move on.
You gotta believe I'd love to tell you
Tell you what's gonna become of me
You gotta believe I'd love to tell you what's gonna become of me
But there's just no way to know. There is just no way to know.
So don't lost hope. Don't lose hope
You'd better not because existence should not be a reason to grieve.
No, existence should not be a reason to grieve
But what if it is? Then grieve with me, and we are all going to move on.