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Seasons are changing
So we’re not changing
Certainly limited in mortality
Crazy trade-off.
I’m not going to write you
a traditional poem
Beep Beep Beep
In the dark I fumble for my phone,
and there is silence.
The day has not started and I am already done.
Opening my eyes I swing my legs over the edge of my bed,
We allow society to make us into something we are not. It's popularity the way of achieving this idiotic tragic.
If you cry every night because of the memories of yesterday
Think in the present and figure out how you could of fixed the mistakes of the past
So in the future you don't have to suffer the same mistakes of yesterday
The beat of my drum does not match yours
my soul, my self, is only the best of the good lord
I walk in his steps to guide light on my path
without him I'm no one, I'm just hash
Society has this picture, a picture thats perfect. Some are blessed with it, even though they dont deserve it. Sometimes I wonder how did I miss the drawing, its probably because im too busy in the background ooo-ing & aww-ing.
They always has an opinion
formulating what's wrong or right
They utter words that damage hearts
destroy dreams
and alter lives
