I'm sick of all the system and all the life's cycle
All that it gave and could ever give
All that it took and could ever take
Sick of myself, the people and all the whatever
The wind never tell stories
The sun always come and go at its ease
The water never runs dry
What do life has more to offer? None.
Riches, honor, relationships, and oh.. lust.
All may be beneficial
But they are all there
They're all normal
All part of everyone's life.