Why don't you keep yourself clean..
Why don't you see your own scene..
Why don't you have your own cup of coffee..
Why can't you leave without laughing..
Why don't you stare your own attire..
Why you have to be so fussier..
Why you have to pretend so often..
Why you can't get off that coffin.
Why not release that little desire..
Why to keep everything on fire..
Why its too hard to be simple..
Why everyone wants so much..
And still says its ample..