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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