7.9.05

Fuck The World

Craps are what it's saying.
There's no objectivity.
Copycat is a common thing.
My wings versus the gravity.

Some things are better left unspoken.
Nobody can mend a soul that has already broken.

I lost my willing to carry on.
Wise words are craps.
See the bleeding heart with no sound.
Upon the world full of smiles and claps.

Keeping a pressure inside.
So tired and i just wanna hide.

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