Karma

I discovered that it's cheaper to be nice than to be a son of a bitch
If you have nothing nice to say, it's better to keep your mouth shut

You didn't go to class that day
And you looked at me, surprised
When you realized that it really hurt me

Why do we hurt the people we love
Why are we nicer to those we don't know
Even if they throw stones at me, I choose to be happy
I don't want that karma for myself

The sun will come out after the storm
Apologizing feels better than a prescription
What you said speaks poorly of you, not me (Bitch)

We all have good days
We all have bad days
But some of us have a heart
And you went too far
Why do you treat me badly if I didn't do anything to you?
I know you don't like me, I can see it on your face
How much can I care about what a tweeter thinks?

Why do we hurt the people we love
Why are we nicer to those we don't know
Even if they throw stones at me, I choose to be happy
I don't want that karma for myself

(Mierda, mierda, mierda, mierda, mierda)
(Mierda, mierda, mierda, mierda, mierda)

(To reach the path, you get there if you enjoy it
It doesn't matter the path, but how you take each step
Of the route)