Why must words convey the trust?
Why must hitting convey the disgust?
What makes us want to love?
What makes us want to hate?
Inside of each of us there's something we hate,
Inside all of our hearts is something we want to abate,
We all have something we'd like to forget,
Theres something everyone will regret.
Inside of all of us there's love,
A sparkley gleaming thing we like to speak of,
There's someone we'd give our life to,
Yet sometimes their feelings are impossible to construe.
We've all felt love,
We've all felt hate,
We've all had times we'd had enough,
We'll all have times we're just too late.
Endure the bad,
We'll all be proud of what we've withstood,
Embrace the good,
No need to be sad.
When you feel down,
Take a look around,
Theres many people worse off than you,
There's a lot they've been through.
