We need trees for paper, we aren't cutting them down for nothing. And when we pluck flowers we put them in a vase to keep them alive we don't just pick them up and scatter them to let them die.
Oh oh I have read something fit perfectly:
''You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.''
*falls for eternity*
''You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.''
That's called serial killing with a mental problem, not love.