Answer:
I belong to everyone. Sometimes make you happy sometimes make you sad. I will never end until the day you do.
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
Sometimes I annoy you, sometimes you can't live without me. But no matter how hard you try, you can't destroy me. What am I?
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?