The more evil you are,
The more the world celebrate you.
If sorry can take away all the pain, shame and evil.
The world will be beautiful.
But the world is dark, cruel and sad.
It leaves with no trace of love.
My heart is painted black
Although I tried to wash off the pain
All I wanted, was to see the sky blue again.
How can I be celebrated for evil?
Is that the only way I could have friends?
Life wasn’t supposed to be this hard
It wasn’t supposed to cost us this much.
Love was all we wanted.
Happiness our second name.
But who will clear the cloud?
Who will bring back old memories?
Why has our heart turned to stone?
Could love soften it.
I hate to see the world cruel.
I was born to bring back memories of happiness.
This evil won’t be celebrated.
It would be taken away completely.
Love will be restored.
Happiness at our reach.
Then we will live our lives with hope.