If god made us all and he loves us same then why sum people are better then others?

And the fact is we all die in the end..

I have so many questions which only god can anwser but he never replies :'[

I guess what scares me is knowing that at any moment you could rip my heart out and step on it and I would just pick it up and hand it right back to you

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for

We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart

They say it hurts when the one you love doesn't love you back but what happens when they love you but you dont love your self?

This world is cold and heartless so i wear jacket n warm my self all the time but how do i give them a heart?

Somehow I always end up in the same place
Sitting in this chair and with my hands on this keyboard
Trying to make due when there's nothing left