There must be someone out there,
That cares as much as I care,
About the fate of humanity,
And this global insanity but,
I don't care at all,
I'd rather stare at a fucking wall,
Than try to right the wrongs,
The time for that is long gone.

The tragedies of life,
To us are things of beauty.
There's love to be seen,
Where only hate is what you see.
Too many yous, and too much me.

This concept to be free,
Is taken far too literally.
An existance with fear,
To live is to live austere.

Pretentiousness supreme,
To live anothers' dream.
It all seems unfair.
But to see the hope in anothers' hair,
Is to creep upon the stair.
That one or ten for you,
Is caught up in fictitious feud.

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