In the light of the sun
Is there anyone, ohh it has begun
Dear you look so lost
Eyes are red and tears are shed this world you must have crossed you said
You don't know me, and you don't even care
She said you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains

Some people have it good, others have it bad. Some people are fortunate enough to chance happiness this day, others aren't. Some people own the world at their fingertips, some others would die to have it. Some would jester with laughter when joy intercepts their paths, others would cry to it. Some assume too much, others dig for facts. Some know what they want, others are lost in delusional strings of endless thoughts.

I cringe at the mention of true love's existence, what about the others?