This is a lie ...is morning there, I´m lying.....there I can´t sleep, I can only be scared why lie here and not complain? why can I like all that is good so why is it that I hate this world a world is both, it´s good and bad and not the only one think in its way and not the only one think in its way Why must I like bad things? a-á-a-á Why must I like bad things true? Oh true and.....se you back