I see the trees I see the bees.

But why oh why can't I see me. 

I hear your heart I hear your brain, 

But I can not see your pain.

We obsess over looks and fame.

Why can't we stop this little game. 

This world has nothing but sinners.

Even the man preaching to the winners.

Can we ever be clean from this society,

I am so full of anxiety.

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