We long for love, that's not ares.
We cause them but we hate the scares.
We hate are selfs for something that wasn't even are fault.
When we brake we keep are heart in a locked vault.
We try hardest even if we know it's not forever.
We always act like it's now or never.
Because we are only human, we ar not perfect.
We are workers, fighters, haters, suicidal and an adict.