This place makes me ail

Whit no right reason

The people I hate roll  

On the road

Doesn't get what I doing wrong

Maybe it's better if we all go home



So afraid from your commandments

When I don't do for them

what them said

But I get over.



I know

I have some problem

But you too not perfect

My hart doesn't mad

He just loved you more

More then I can say.