Is there an emergency service For the mentally distressed? If someone pretends to care, Do they love me more or less? How can I be sure, When I constantly digress?
I need an emergency service For the mentally distressed.
Can I escape, From a world of terror? Can I escape, The crushing of dreams? Can I escape, The mess we call humanity? Because if I can't, Then why is everything I love, Escaping me?
there are many people each a different mind each and every race every different kind they all have a heart and are human too all there to be loved just the same as you
no matter who we are no matter where we live hearts are full of love there for you to give it makes the world go round in each and every place all across the universe in each and every race