看着周围空无一人.

                                                                 听着Life’s a Struggle

                                                                     觉得世界很无情..

                                                          它不允许一个单纯的孩子生存.

                                                         难道非要在别人面前摆出狼心狗肺?

                                                               我不敢在去相信人.太可怕..

                                                             在金钱 权利 面前我在抵抗.

                                         一双拳头宣泄着 金钱 地位 和仇恨~~ 然而现实生活中,

                                               当我们举起拳头又能宣泄什么,又能征服什么???

                                                                           不知道.

                                                     苍蝇在周围飞翔,黑暗里的灯光它依然黑暗.

                                                            照亮不起 这个房间的光明..

                                                         无奈的xx.颓废 堕落 抵抗着什么?

                                                                  一根烟吸进的是什么?

                                                                  一瓶酒喝进的是什么?

                                                         我 诉说的是什么?抵抗着什么?

                                                         迷茫的生存 意味着什么? 走向死亡?

                                             我要大声的说NO.无休止的压力 让我迷失在这个世界!

                                                                 听着Life’s a Struggle  

                                                             生命像海浪一样有时高有时低

                                                         你是否告诉自己坚强渡过各种时期

                                                         我从命运的天台放眼却看不到星空

                                                         漆黑的天空压在头顶使我不得轻松

                                                           在我心中找不到一个安静的角落

                                                         我不能再沈睡下去良心彷佛在笑我

                                                               我已经放弃所有哭的理由

                                                       因为我早就习惯冷漠活在无情的现实里头

                                                         人生要如何起头？改变要如何起手？

                                                       他在诉说着什么? 只有身临其境才能懂.

                                             我不是他 他不是我.但我们吸着一样的万宝露香烟喝着

                                               同样的接头啤酒.我们快不能呼吸...现实把它吸食干净.

                                                  我们无处藏身.! 没办法 我们只有压抑这种愤怒.

                                                                       因为现实就是这样!.......