If...

Woke up at 2:35 in the morning and just wrote this poem. Super depressed.

If sin is caused from blindness
why is it so easy to see?
If 2 souls are ment to be spearated,
why do i think your the one for me?
If love causes pain and ends in shame,
why do i still play this little game?
If my mind is pure, but my body is full of sin,
why are my thoughts haunting me over and over again?
If life is to be lived most while your younger,
why does it seem like i’m only getting older?
If what I do is right,
I do I always got to start all over?
If my feelings for you are solomn and true,
then there is no way i’m giving up on you.
If your face is the only thing i see,
why do i have so much pain and misery?
If dying for you doesn’t make me a better man,
tell me you don’t love me, and i’ll live on the best I can.
If love hurs as bad as they say,
why do I wait to hear you say you love me back one day?
Dying is a part of living and living is a part of dying.
If there is no will, then why should I keep on trying?
If tears could bring you to me, girl
I would keep on crying.
If your words keep melting my heart,
I think I might just end up dying.
Why does the thought of loving you,
Make my heart feel like flying?
I guess that’s how life goes...
Your living ’till your dying.
If this poem could win your heart,
baby, I’d keep on writing.
So, I’ll give these thoughts a close,
And just keep living ’till I’m dying.