You all have the same rooms, its all your new moves, you play your manly games, there is no space for women, or childs, you you them to get, what you want, you dont loose the game.

You really are obsessive, its your main road, at work and home, you love no-one, you dont even know, when you cross the line.

You all have your shelters, its your home, unless someone brakes it, you come and go, the mood is all, the same storms over the years, wedding nights, at the restaurants, as earlier years.