Oh, life is just too short To worry about the things You really hate the most Everything, or maybe almost Maybe I am too radical Because I like to criticize all I should be more positive Be happy and more active But does it really matter Because no one seems to listen And shall I feel any better After you've read this preaching letter? I know I'm not perfect In contrary, I might be a jerk But for all people who care Love, trust, respect, be fair What I'm trying to say Is difficult to explain Instead of slapping eachother off Help eachother, then we're better off But all these lies and these excuses Narrow mindness and abuses They make me feel sick Like everyone is calling me a dick You might say "What a nerve" A bullet is what he deserves But at least I try to respect All you do is "reject" Why can't we build bridges Instead of building walls Why not being active Instead of critisizing all What a nerve For you and me What's the truth? What we can't see