I have to be understanding
For everyone... everyone for their problems
Everyone with endless pleasing
Is there really someone who’ll listen?
Everyone only drives to what suits them
Every other thing to make do... never an effort
Forever doing what never can
Is there honesty to depict life weird?
No one is dirty... cause their proud
No one is ashamed cause they gain
Do therapist themselves consult?
If I’ve suffered... do I understand pain?
I’ve always believe everyone to be an individualist
No matter how much the same they relate to be
For the mind of each's own never is
Is there really a world, we do so happen to see?
Is it my turn... for some understanding?
Everyone wants to be heard with their problems
Some life if at all worth realizing
For that someone... to finally listen