
21.03
by Point Of View· from Threehundredsixtyfive
We’re sorry!
Sorry for you!
You don’t know what to do
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
No friends on your side
I don’t know how I fell in this trap
Everywhere I look I see the same crap
Do you think I feel comfortable?
Do you think I like the life I live?
What is comfort?
What is life?
Questions we don’t ask ourselves – these days
Everything is so damn obvious
We can’t understand
We care
But we will never ever feel the way you feel