Knock it

Nothing makes sense anymore! It never did! How the world works sucks because no matter what good you do, the hurt will always be around the corner and when your humble you get back handed! What is it with this quiet town! Never making noise because they'd rather stay silent than vote to be heard and supposedly there's some kind of theory that the government is rigging the polls and politicians have always been corrupt and it doesn't make sense, but I guess it's not supposed to. I guess wherever we are, it's where we're meant to be because if not, then we'd move to another place but our feet are planted in the ground and we love to hate and hate that we love because when we get hurt, it sucks. It hurts. The pain enters the body striking the heart killing us instantly, bending our knees to pray and this is what we all want, we have to, because if we didn't we wouldn't fight what we love and who cares that we don't have the perfect hair or body because we're loved by our loved ones and we'll always be hated by the haters because that's there job, to hate us. But... The only thing that makes sense is music, it's what drowns our minds from frustration and cure us to freedom.