who are you, anyway?

who are you when things you see always run away?
who are you when you go away people dont hold you?
who are you when people you love leave you like a loner?

who the hell are we when we think we're the greatest than all of the others?

what the hell...?
can we be more cockier than this?
what are we? human beings or some kind of animals that dont realize things come and go...?
we live, we die...
but in the middle we can survive... of course with someone else's help also...

what the hell comes up to our minds when we set everything just like its been?
not even a try to change what has happened...

who are we, anyway...?