We worship money more than we do each other. We value possessions over love. Decided on looks rather than personality. Concluding our thoughts without knowing for sure. Condemning before knowing the facts. Paranoid and worried over things we cannot control, snobbish acts only caring about ourselves. Imagination lost, along with my sense of humor. Looking past their noses. This shoe will not be on the others foot.
Holidays become excuses and have no meaning anymore.
We can't even die for free?
No purity or willingness to reach out with a helping hand.
The only hope is to pray it doesn't happen to them...
Wars for no reason or there for rhyme.
I've Lost All Faith In Mankind!!!
No more religion, no more pills, no more vaccines or shots.
Need for insurance goes away. No tax nor quota.
Go to bed early at night, don't forget to wake up early?
Look at the stars and play in the fields.
No more words that cannot be said.
Smoke or drink whatever you please.
Watch and listen to whatever you want.
Do as I say not as I do has a whole new meaning now.
I've been screwed over and over until I cannot feel no more.
It must be too late, these wounds, they will not heal.
Condemned to follow these rules and obligations only to die someday.
Alone from my minds tortuous starvation.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Poor
I wish I could write you everyday
But I'm afraid you might expect it
What you may think about me worries me though
As well as what you might say about me, from day to day
All I want is your love
I just want your approval
I want things to be perfect
Wish things were different
I would see you all the time
Without you I'm worthless
I'm guilty and a disgrace
Because I have no money to show
With not a dime to spare
I'm still missing you
Wish I could be there
But with me that is unusual
For me to feel that way is quite rare
But I'm afraid you might expect it
What you may think about me worries me though
As well as what you might say about me, from day to day
All I want is your love
I just want your approval
I want things to be perfect
Wish things were different
I would see you all the time
Without you I'm worthless
I'm guilty and a disgrace
Because I have no money to show
With not a dime to spare
I'm still missing you
Wish I could be there
But with me that is unusual
For me to feel that way is quite rare
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