Nobody to share,
Nobody to celebrate
Everyone to tear,
All here to calibrate!
Time is too desperate
Making us segregate
So I’ve to tolerate
Till the anxiety fumigate.
All that I need to create
Or all that to moderate
All goes in separate
Left with a burnt cigarette.
I love so I try we make so I
I love so I try we make so I lie you fail so I knew God boy is the few.