Ask so many questions, need too much answers, thinking about asking help, crying and crying all the time but doesn't have any reason, try to find love, but didn't find it. Continue crying, continue searching, so angry. The questions arrived like birds, always and always questions, but never answers. Looking for the good man, find the worst one. Crying and crying to realise that living is not as good as we pretend. Living is only hurt and tears. We don't know the reason that we're living. So I ask it: why are we living? One more question, one less answer.. Find a good guy, loose a good guy, cry for a good guy. Why are these fucking guys so stupid? Continue for a man, thinking that guy always make us crying, why? One more question, one less answer.
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