That's the reason
Existence has many pains to bear,
But is gifted with very few who care.
Thoughts that get processed to agony.
And people who help a lot, sincerity or irony?
The noise that is produced in my soul, in affliction.
But their betrayal is what makes me learn.
Yet when they need help, I won't have a thought of their disloyalty anywhere in my mind,
Because now, I know how it feels when the sufferance is all yours and that's the reason I'll be kind.