The thing I would like to say,
What's the point of all this,
While you can chill all day,
Why you chase the besties?
Of course there is a thing,
Which you will surely deny,
But we're all a human-being,
To be seen by, another eye.
In this way, we spent much,
Yet we still remain the same,
That's ridicilous to do such,
Cus' acting another is so lame.
Though what we had done,
All them still lack a meaning,
After a while they are gone,
Leaving us, making no king.
So, this is the definition of life,
Which we're hardly surviving in,
Nothing would help to feel alive,
Neither hate nor love we feelin.
