~~_*THE ROAD OF LIFE*_~~
When the floor was my best friend and my parents were my only playmates I thought the only way to get what I want is to cry
When my toys became my best friends And my parents my talking mates I thought the only way to get what I want is to throw a tantrum
Later on,strangers became my best friends My neighbours were my playmates. And my parents were my roommate’s. At that time I thought the only way to get what I want is to demand for it.
But now,my certificate is my best friend My parents are my neighbours And the only way to get what I is to plead
But I know that later on my occupation shall be my best friend My parents will be my landlords And money will be my talking mate. And then, the only way to get what I want will be to make my body produce water that tastes like salt solution.