What is the reason I cry, you bleed, and we both are in pain

What are the reasons we are for what we are, is it faith we put through each day

Reasons never really have an answer, only turn out to be a lie

I brake, you kill, we all must face the brutal future

Why are the reasons not even real, why are they made up for the prefect world

Reasons are like rules, that must be fallowed even when we don’t want to

We are the small reasons to make the bigger reasons, why is that

Angels and demons keep the faits inline, what reason is that for

Why do we have reasons, if we only end up getting hurt

Why must we fallow that slowly kills us within, why

Reasons, should have no reasons