Solve — текст песни (Fitzgerald Patrik)

I say life is pointless,
worthless,and meaningless,
you say `well..try suicide`,
i say no,because i know
the reasons why i find life so;
i`m only one tiny piece
in this enormous mess...
There`s no reason
why i should die
if i can only find some hope
if i can only find some answers
that`s my idea of national service.
Listen to all the pop songs..
music`s just a luxury item
anyway,
and you`ll all pay
to have yourselves condemned,
condemned to tread the same old paths,
unfair affairs,and broken hearts,
read cosmopolitian,and consume;
`why won`t he buy me the moon?`
i won`t cry,if you go away,
i`ll still have myself,anyway,
i can exist quite alone,
i have problems of my own to solve,
solve,solve...