There might not be anyone who was born with a reason. I think that everyone might have to find one on their own. A reason for being born. A reason that it's okay to be alive. A reason to exist. I think everyone might have to find it themselves and decide it for themselves. It could be your dreams, your job or a person. The reason you're looking for might be vague, unclear and uncertain, and you might lose it, but as long as you're alive you have to keep searching for that reason.

And I've lost who I am. And I can't understand why my heart is so broken rejecting your love. Without love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on. But I know, all I know's that the end's beginning. Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart. Let me go and I will run. I will not be silent. All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain. All is lost but hope remains, and this war's not over. And his love will conquer all.

I'm searching too. And if I can, I want to find my reason in someone else. And someday, I hope I'll find that special someone to whom I can say: "You're my reason for living."