Why you bother

Full moon and cold
As well as the warm breezes of the andaman sea
I’m like such a
A few murderous glances
You can’t take your lines
You can’t decide
Is a strugled person
Want to make love with the lights on at the same time that it is off
Can’t make myself better understood
Men and women always have a thorn of the envy in the pocket
But I produce my songs
And sing in my heart
For what I live for is art