Why does good stuff happen to bad people
and bad stuff to good people?
that i can not say.
I dont have a way
It's a mystery to some

Every day you see sad faces
It's because of those horrible
people and places.
The posibilities of sadness is endless.

I live for hope
I wish someone could help and bring soap to clean all the lies.
It's like an endless stream of flies.

I cant, I wont
says the lazy ******* of today
just wait i will see what you say one day