I live to understand the world
But why does the world doesn't understand me?
Isn't it unfair?
Live to understand all this fuckery,
To understand this moral shit,
To respect those fucking bastards.
But how can I respect you
If you fucking didn't understand my point of view.
All those efforts that I've done
To satisfied you
But all I did was wrong.
All that I touch just turns into rust.
And I'm fucking tired of it.
