Fck This World

Outside is storming again
I feel like everybody
Seems like it's hard to pretend
I got a storyline
"Live on Saturday night"
Man got his fears turn to bars on a comedy mind

I gotta switch it
To the table
Baby you should come and take
Every time you get unable no one's gonna hesitate
Every time they wanna see you ruining down your damn life
They do mind to see you living, but would like you to survive

Fuck this world
Walking down the same
I'm not falling down depression
I know what she'll say
(he's not okay)
La la la
Gimme some dollar
Don't you know that is my passion
Deal with it my love

What's that part, you gonna die
Falling asleep, crossing the line
What's you say, there's no motivation?
But do you need it for the self life creation
Tell me where we going when we having our last trip day
Everybody seems there laugh at me
Think it's fun to watch me alive

In this play
Writers need your blood
There's no final destination
Way to falling apart

Fuck this world
Walking down the same
I'm not falling down depression
I know what she'll say
(he's not okay)
La la la
Gimme some dollar
Don't you know that is my passion
Deal with it my love