There were flowers in the field behind your house Arranged in patterned decadence Life was blooming all around Quiet and bare The thoughts that you shared "If I died today You think anyone would care?" Last night I dreamt That you hadn't called Panic took the place of peace Sent me running down the hall Drove all night Pulled up to your house Fire burned your bedroom But no sound had left your Mouth What's the point of living If I'm meant to die alone? How am I to know? You think maybe it's God who wants me home? Just let me go. I don't want to call If It's too late for you Made up your mind This Life's second rate Mindless repetition Same old mistake Of believing everyone here has a place I wish belonged here What's the point of living If I'm meant to die alone? How am I to know? You think maybe it's God who wants me home? Just let me go. What's the point of breathing If Im wishing It would stop Someone take this cup If suffering is my portion Without love Let it be slow What's the point of feeling If Im always feeling numb? Has it always been rough? If God's so good Then why am I not enough? I'm ready to go. What's the point of living If I'm meant to die alone? How am I to know? You think maybe it's God who wants me home? Just let me go.