Cheap Little Thrills
Those little negative things we say, that prick another’s heart,
can’t we see, that’s how a fight will start.
Why do we say things that hurts, instead of heals,
why are we so drawn, to it’s cheap little thrills.
Why is it so hard for us, to build one another you see,
and to destroy someone, comes so easy, for you and me.
The darkness of this world, will turn a heart to stone,
the evils of this world, sitting on its throne.
As worker’s of darkness, the destruction of the hearts,
those negative things we say, thats how the darkness starts.
It will soon take over, and thats just how we’ll be,
one, great big ball, of negativity.
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