So could you love this bastard child? Though I don’t trust you to provide With one hand in a pot of gold And with the other in your side ‘Cause I am so easily satisfied By the call of lovers so less wild That I would take a little cash Over your very flesh and blood
I don't understand why ... and I don't understand how ... and I don't know what's the reason behind everything and anything and I just don't get it. Why is the world like this and why is it so complicated?
Simple, because you are not created for this world, you are created for mine!