Sometimes being alive isn't enough
Endless hours of work mean nothing
Loved one's gone, haters here
Fate brings the bad, accidents the good

Life is hard, not easy
Beautiful or ugly
Details make the difference

Why do we care?
Isn't life consisted of lies?
Tripping into a small pot of happiness someday
Never knowing when to say yes
Never turning left when it's right

Happy soon turns into sadness
Hobbies turn into forced activities
Smiles become constant tears
Skin becomes a painting with red lines

We drive and go
Leave and come back
Hurt and getting judged
What's the price if we leave anyway

What happens when change just means death
When diet means anorexia
When shaving means selfharm
When being cold means hiding your scars

Turns out a life just consists of lies and illusions.