I live my life to please nobody.
everything I do, doesn't satisfy anybody
you can't please anybody can you?

why can't human be pleased?
people so much filled with desires to be satisfied
but no one can satisfy anybody
because we are humans.

I feel myself should be given the best.
but the facts of life make myself what it would be
humans toil the life of man and makes it their best
but if man had their ways everything would be unimaginable

But I feel myself being bittersweet
I see the satisfaction of myself looking at me
how I wonder In distress
till satisfaction becomes a thing of man.