Bigheaded Psyche
Where are those innocent faces?
I’ve been searching to the entire places
For some people happiness is just an illusion
They are hiding from the agony that is given
People watch people talk
With their heart closed in everywhere they walk
Throw away their intimacy to the water
And in their loneliness they stop gather
You just get upset too soon
Why keep hiding on that empty room
Still thinking that others done anything wrong?
And guarantee that your principal has made you strong
People forget when they are happy
With their money and all the jazzy
Sometimes your words are lack of wisdom
And family is a threat to built your kingdom
A little bit of danger will rise up their anger
Their heart and mind are always in high temper
People rise people fall
Only time will prevent them all
You’re nothing but a gold digger
Use weak people to make you wealthier
Once you find gold you keep digging for more
Treat people like soldier of toys good enough to control
The bigheaded psyche is in every angle
Their heart is worst than the devil
Only stick to their theory
The bigheaded psyche is a mad psychology
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