the world is a scary place,
but we insist on staying.
why do we put ourselves in harms way and knowing it,
and then we cry when were in harms or dangers way?
we say or even try to commit suicide, 
but cry and beg and plead when no one trys to stop us.
why do we tell people we love them,
when we really and trully and honestlly dont?
why do we tell someone we dont love them, 
and then get mad or jelouse when they find someone else?
Hmmm... i dont get the world or people.