Skinny soul. I'm doing doing doing something, I am trying my best to achieve something, I fall and fall and fall...fall down and just once in a while rise... rise up. And no one knows, 'cause no one cares. No one. There's no one by my side. I go on and on. I go on my own way. "Fall down seven times, get up eight." No one believes in me. I don't care. I know the world is cruel and it's ok to be alone. But it's getting harder every time. The more I try, the more it hurts. The more I learn, the more I cry. The more this world breaks my heart. The world of unfairness, the world of callousness. World of pain and fear... World full of hate. When people become selfish animals. And nobody cares... The most sad thing is, that if you want to survive out here, you have to be like them, or even worser! "People help the people", maybe, just in fairytales... Run away if you want to survive. But we've got nowhere to run. If you still have a heart full of love, if you still can feel... Even if you have a heart full of courage, you can't step on someone's throat... seems like there is no place for you. And there's nowhere to run to... "Mass confusion is all the new age and it's creating a feeding ground for the bottom feeders of hysteria." I can't say, "I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness, and all the real people are really not real at all.", - this is life. Real life. Life is a game. There really is no second place: you either win, or you lose. And sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you try, sometimes it is a matter of luck. People change, things go wrong, but no matter what happen, stay true to yourself, never lose yourself. The most important thing is not to give up, to be honest with yourself. Don't lose your heart!