As the Robins Sing

Is there a pill that you can take to keep you from the pain
A land that you can travel to escape the rain
When you're feeling yourself drown inside a nightmare
Just enough air to bear
Are there enough witty jokes to keep you laughing
A place where mirrors don't show flaws in your reflection
This life arranged to escape from depression
Where even winners are neglected
Is it better to
Be all alone
No you can't keep to yourself and love the ones held close
Give more than you take
Love more than you hate
Make more than you break
Until your dying days
Is there a drink where just one sip gives you contentment
Or a lover that won't leave you with resentment
Oh why do our emotions breed contention
And should we more often regret them
Can you have enough acclaim to keep you breathing
As the robins sing their silent song in grieving
Oh why do we equate fame to achievement
When good men die from the attention
Is it better to
Be all alone
No you can't keep to yourself and love the ones held close
Give more than you take
Love more than you hate
And make more than you break
Until your dying dying days
There are just enough kind gestures to remind me
That people want to find each other happy
But we bleed our hearts out in search of a feeling
That those around us won't be leaving
And feelings fade for people that we've promised
To love when there is more chaos than calmness
Oh why do we put faith in fear to lean on
Instead of learning where we went wrong
It's no better to
Be all alone
No you can't keep to yourself and love the ones that you hold close
Give more than you take
Love more than you hate
And make more than you break
Until your dying days