Loneliness is crazy.
It hurts people,
Without them even noticing.
Love is a sickness.
The heart will hurt,
There is no cure for this.
These days have been a miracle.
But something is missing,
There's a blank space.
You are strange;
Your presence is in me,
Making me strong and weak at the same time.
We ask ourselves
"Are we good people?"
I wonder
I wonder
Walking in circles.
Kindness is like building blocks;
The more it accumulates,
The more fragile it becomes.
Although justice comes from doing the right thing,
People get out of the way.
What can fix this?
We ask ourselves
"Are we good at love?"
I wonder
I wonder
Without an answer
I walk in circles.
We ask ourselves
"Can we have a proper life together?"
I wonder
Holding on to that desire,
I walk in circles.
Life is like the weather,
Sometimes it shines,
and sometimes it falls like the rain.
Any which one can happen.
I wonder..
If I had an umbrella..
I'll keep one on me.
So let's be one.
