Sacrifice - (Somewhat Unfinished) Original

I haven’t been able to write too much for a long time now. And then I started reading 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami and this just sorta came into being. Sitting hungover on a front porch one morning watching the sun rise helped a little too…

You can’t choose how you’re born
But you choose how you die
Don’t offer them no explanations
Make them sit and wonder “why?”

You can’t choose how you’re born
But you choose how you die
Don’t offer them no reasons, darlin’
Make them sit and wonder “why?”

“Why did this boy want to die?”

We can’t choose how we’re born
But we choose how we die
Don’t offer them no explanations
Make them sit and wonder “why?”

We can’t choose how we’re born
But we choose how we die
Don’t offer them no reasons, darlin’
Make them sit and wonder “why?”

“Why did this boy want to die?”

I’ve been watchin, there’s two moons hangin’ in the sky
And I’ve been askin’ myself, “Why, oh why?”
Why was I born into this life?
Why can’t I get out without this sacrifice? 

No one cares when you’re born
No one cares when you die
No one cares about your explanations
No one cares why

No one cares when you’re born
No one cares when you die
No one cares about your reasons, darlin’
No one cares why

I’ve been watchin, there’s two moons hangin’ in the sky
And I’ve been askin’ myself, “Why, oh why?”
Why was I born into this life?
Why can’t I get out without this sacrifice? 

Why cant I get out without this sacrifice?