Oh, life is just too short
To worry about the things
You really hate the most

Everything, or maybe almost

Maybe I am too radical

Because I like to criticize all
I should be more positive
Be happy and more active


But does it really matter
Because no one seems to listen

And shall I feel any better
After you've read this preaching letter?


I know I'm not perfect
In contrary, I might be a jerk
But for all people who care

Love, trust, respect, be fair

What I'm trying to say

Is difficult to explain
Instead of slapping eachother off
Help eachother, then we're better off


But all these lies and these excuses
Narrow mindness and abuses

They make me feel sick
Like everyone is calling me a dick


You might say "What a nerve"
A bullet is what he deserves
But at least I try to respect

All you do is "reject"

Why can't we build bridges

Instead of building walls
Why not being active
Instead of critisizing all


What a nerve
For you and me

What's the truth?
What we can't see