You wonder why, people always tend to cry.
We fight we argue.
We always say “we try”.
We swear “this is what love is”
When we sleep, wake up
rinse, wash, repeat…
Every moment, of every day,
alls we do is compete.
Noone sees what I see.
Aren’t people that see things that aren’t real, “Crazy”?
I swear I’m right, but...