Life sucks and then you die

Days follow, one after another, and nothing is different. What, it´s wednesday again, and so they go to their father. Look, there´s nothing in the fridge, haven´t I just bought food? It seems the only thing that gives meaning to life is to fall in love. So, there´s millions of songs about it, and I usually don´t pay any attention to them, except when I get romantic. The best are the Roxette songs, "Every time I fall in love, crash, bum, bang" and so on, " I´ve got a thing about you, and I don´t know what to do...", " it must have been love....".
Sometimes we rather be dead, but then we weep, and it goes away. And life keeps going as always.