isn't it?
That we pick flowers because we think they are pretty;
That there are laws when we say that we are free;
That we call it peace after the war caused people's demise;
That we make promises just to break them hastily;
That we mean to hurt someone then ask for apology;
That we do something that'll hurt us because we thought it'd make us happy;
And that the people who kept us intact and complete,
Are the only ones who can tear us apart, piece by piece?
