Why do things have to be complicated?
They tell us that they’re just challenges we should face.
But when? When does it all end? Does it even end?
Are we all fighting right now? Or am I the only one who thinks this way?
Is someone else bleeding? Are we all bleeding? I don’t understand,
Why? Why is life so complicated? One day you’re happy then the next day your whole life is falling apart.
Are all of us going through this or have you felt this way?
Yes we have different problems but we all suffer.
How do they tolerate the pain? How do they smile even there’s rain?
When raindrops fall my tears do the same, Â but they run around like life’s a game.
Are some of us just damned to feel this way? Maybe other people are just good at carving happy faces.
Maybe they’re just lucky and I’m damned. Don’t I deserve to be happy?
After stabbing myself do I go to a special place? Or lie in bed under the ground while worms feed on my remains?
Is life really complicated? Or do we complicate them? I don’t quite understand why things should be complicated.