Unhappy Confusion
In this land far beyond the origin
our lives were broken than chucked in the bin full of sin this existane becomes resistance for the primitive man a hate persistance like a dance that never moves - for us premitive fools when preety woman walks past - this lost soul never drools our lives tarnished - souls know nothing of glow like brocken cars on roads thats needs a toe on the go all the time like lifes just a rush if we ever had a life - it has been crushed and now with this hate brush - we have painted a scene will we fix ourselves - or wait for some1 to intervine like it has never been forseen - it will hit us like a storm how can a man be happy - if he was never born than like getting cut on a thorn - a drop of red spills besides worring about happiness - we worrie about bills and in our wills - death becomes money as money become the end write someone special your thoughts in the email, just not to hit send and this shit dont blend- becaouse we are not the same race however strong hate is - it can be hidden by a happy face The story of unhappiness has been told a million times but if death was a lemon .... i am so close ... i am eating limes a million times - thoughts hit this soul like a bullet only thing about suicide thats unfimilar- is the moment after i pull it iv some so close - i am almost feeling the other side if my soul was born happy - rest of my life has been a evil bride |
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