All the ordinary people, get all the life, they take it all, even though you think, it is really for them, this life.

You just have a rosy glass, it can be a mistake, you dont see their real face, in this small city, you can take, lung og ro, it depends from yourself, in which move, you see it, how to move.

You do nothing, except the food, you live at home, like yous work, its just a new room, its nothing to do with family, you live everywhere the same.

You have even no friends, its just running your own life, you dont even want to see them, things change, like they say, people move abroad, they cant get along, of their own friends.