My Reason for Living

I woke up this morning thinking of you.
Wondering if you're there reason I keep pushing through,
The hell and torture that is everyday life.
The same thought that makes me go and pick up a knife.
You're so close but so far away from me.
I bet I could find you if I hang from a tree.
You're all that need and want and more!
Oh Death, baby, you're the only thing that I live for...