What for?

What for, dear?
You force yourself to be awake at the break of dawn
Every fucking day for years and years more
Your mind hangs forcefully to sweet dreams as you yawn
Knowing that it will all be the same as before
Can’t you help but think, what for

You take it all in, all the worries and pain
Struggling inside and out for those that aren’t worth a thing
Knowing that in the end nothing you will gain
And still you are forced to fight despite all the loathing
But soon you’ll find yourself thinking, what for

You give yourself another chance in love, in life
Drowning yourself all over again within the despair
While doubting that you can do it again and survive
Knowing that you’ll end up broken beyond repair
You know that a voice inside you asking, what for

You find yourself contemplating on old ideals day by day
Going with the flow of norms, rules, and most of the time, doctrines
Slowly you lost yourself in the crowd as you’re trying to get away
That’s just the way of the world, by all means
Still, as soon as you stop you again wonder, what for