brooding

I'm full of friendship
They are in pairs
Tinkle of joy
Ask me for myself
Why?
It's a sad nightmare

Should I compare
Self-esteem and luck
Should I forget about it?
All the gifts

I do not know why
People page looks radiant
The site itself is colorful
It does not matter
Too busy looking at stars
Looking at the moon high in the clouds
The earth is trampled
The green grass I forgot

Somehow it often forgets
The coming blessings vary
For all His gifts are not imposed
Do not look at the stars
Looking at the moon high in the clouds
The earth is stepping on a green grass
Forget it