You all like you love, its happy thing, you dont do much, 'you all are burden to peoples lifes, its your own problems, they have a hard works, you make them criminals.

For you no is not no, you dont really take anything for real, you think they are good, they spend their days, in other peoples places, though the doors, you see their faces.

You all like you sinns, you have your new pins, you like the way you life, all is somebody elses fault, you like to humiliate your friends, beating your girlfriends.