Why do bad things happen to good people?
Good things happen to bad?
Why do we judge a book by it’s cover? So sad, yet so true Can’t we all just get along, be there to support each other. Maybe we don’t get smarter with age, as kids certain things don’t matter, there’s less judgment. No one cares if they’re fat, tall, a ginger, we just wanted to have fun
I’d like to go back to when we played as kids, but things change, that’s the way it is”
