Life is hard, and confusing when you want it to be like that.
For 1-2 years ago, I was depressed, I hated life, one day, I tought "No, its not life, its ME, I am fuckin' up".
I choosed the happy way, I'm poor, I gotta use the same clothes everyday, I'm freezin to death...But I'm happy
Why do we have wars, when we could talk?
Why is it povertry, when political's are bathing in money?
Why do we have enemies, when we canbe all friends?
Why do we kill, when we could help?