Hanging with a jungle of problems
It's not who we are
And we are not born for it
Where the situation ups and downs you
Even though you are deeper than the deepest sea
And get out of it.
Try to be sophisticated
And do not want to be buried in the forest,
You can't get out of it without help,
Can you hear the problems
Can you help people like me
Where you can't show kindness to trust me,
The evil is that you cannot accept light.
Evil is done by a true story,
That story is going on
Everyone lives as myths,
What did you do before
Done with it.
Helping people like me are bad,
But you can help me without lumps,
We take great care of food,
Shelter, and more,
Again all the harm and hurt
Tied to the dirt of the circles.
And the trouble is not in the middle
Of The name of our spine,
It just causes us to rectify ourselves.