She'll Be Free

sometimes i'm not so sure what the point of living is...i mean what is the overall purpose of life? working? having a family? collecting money? when i really start to think about it, i question everything and hope begins to disappear. what's that point in living if all you do is get up, go to work, and then come home and sleep? i don't understand how that ever adds up to happiness or a good lived life? i mean besides making money i guess. i always thought growing up would be magnificent when i was little, i mean who doesn't? but when you get there it's like, fuck, i wanna go back to being little again, this sucks. sometimes i wonder if this is it. if my life right now is how it's always going to be...am i ever going to be better? will i ever be happy? i thought so at one point but i'm not so sure anymore...