Permanent Ink

Does life have meaning? I don't really know,
At real painful times it can go by so slow.
It seems like a punishment you get when you're bad,
People don't believe all the trouble you've had.

It's like life is written in permanent ink,
And you can't just erase it when life starts to stink,
You try to erase, but it becomes a big blur,
Getting even more blurry, makes your emotions stir.

You feel you're alone, no will understand,
things never seem to go quite like you've planned.
You feel that you're mute when you just want to shout,
The world's going on and it's leaving you out.

It's like life is written in permanent ink,
And you can't just erase it when life starts to stink,
You try to erase, but it becomes a big blur,
Getting even more blurry, makes your emotions stir.