Sometimes

Sometimes, it's not anger Sometimes, it's not sorrow. It's just people that you need. People who listen People who care enough to advice People who don't exist Because these are people we're talking about They never care And they never listen. Sometimes I wonder If we'll die one day because someone refused to listen to some critical instruction And someday we all would be free of this world. Maybe then we would realize how important it is to listen. Sometime.