Like we know
Why do we stop in the middle? It’s like we start with knowing that we are gonna lose.
Why do we say perfection is impossible and than we judge little mistakes? It’s like we don’t listen to ourselves.
Why do say that winning isn’t important? It’s like nobody cares for success.
Why do we say that we hate liars? Like we never do it.
Why do we say we are over it? It’s like we want to convince ourselves.
Why do we kill each other? It’s like we don’t care for love and mercy.
Why do we believe in heaven? It’s like we live for something.
And why do we want answers on unexplainable questions? It’s like we’re never gonna stop.