The blue spots and the broken heart, how much I've had of that.
I'm tired of them, but what if I say something about it?
That I just put this to the teachers.
Then I start the third world war, that's for sure.
But am I going to survive that war?
Think, if only for a moment.
Couldn't you just strain all that anger out of you?
That we can talk normally without hating each other. We used to do that too? How? I miss that time, just talking together. Without problems, why is there simply no peace now?You have reached your point, you have been hurt.But i am too! But I didn't quite start it. A fight has two stories. If you want peace, you have to accept the second story too ...