Is it his fault?

Is it his fault?

The question he asks everytime,

No one else to blame but himself,

No one else is in his line.

Is it his fault?

He’s looking for the truth,

The answer forever eluding him,

Leaves him feeling like a goof.

Is it his fault?

Nothing goes his way,

Since the very beginning,

He has had not one good day.

Is it his fault?

It’s become very clear to him now,

He’ll only look forward to one thing in life,

Constant disappointment and let downs.

Is it his fault?

Why he’s doomed to this fate,

He only knows pain and suffering,

His life he wants to take.

Is it his fault?

What could he have possibly done?

Why did he have to live this life?

He pulls the trigger of a loaded gun.

Was it his fault?

Now he lies in a pool of blood,

Weary from all his suffering,

And from a life, he himself, misunderstood.