Feels

My mood is so cruel,
and the ground cold like a ice.
Horn in their head looks like a bull,
life is confuce like a dice.

If surrender in that situation,
it same like you want to suicide.
If you realize that's not a imagination
you don't want stay in real life.

(chorus)
Just you,
change the world be like you want.
But you,
can't breathing everytime, you'll die.

This is all 'bout my feels.