Increasing esteem, year by year
Giving the same help a daily row a daily peace,
A friend a world full of egoists...
It makes your skin so hard meanwhile choices change your life
Between material things and heart
Maybe he thinks my ways 'n my moves
Are taking advantage enough to close himself
And crack us these words'll never leave me
I'm so tired, I hate my life
Just too many passing frames
But your job is your great passion
I would get into these ways - I can't bet so high