Every time I loved, I put a pinch of hate into it, because that's how I saw it when I was little.
I loved so much that there is nothing left of me.
Then I saw again, what was taken from me was thrown away.
I was a child again, I was angry.
I grew up stealing other people's and stuffing them in the trash.
They think I mourned my ruined sides, I raised them all.
We are the children of a terrible world, surrounded by oceans of oil and plastic in our stomachs.
We look at the sky, we wait for the rainbow.
However, all we get is cold hail.
I promised to tear down the walls.
I would destroy borders and make love to freedom.
