What the little squirrel thought

I am on a tree all alone
Washing my face and later eating a walnut
And I can´t explain myself
Why does people like to complicate their lives

*I am watching them from my tree
And I see them crying, dying for stupidities
They fight without to find a solution
They live without to live
Life should feed the heart and not only the wound
And work shouldn´t squeeze their souls*

Someone threw a crumb to make me come down
But they are all frustrated and emittered
And I don´t wanna get infect

But the guy insist in convence me bringing out some sweet
He capture my look and I move nearer his hand
But then I see his other hand up in the air to catch me
And I ran away

*Chorus