Bad Things

bla bla bla

This is a lie

...is morning there, I´m lying.....there

I can´t sleep, I can only be scared

why lie here and not complain?

why can I like all that is good

so why is it that I hate this world

a world is both, it´s good and bad

and not the only one think in its way

and not the only one think in its way

Why must I like bad things? a-á-a-á

Why must I like bad things true? Oh true

and.....se you back