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I think Which takes my mind to the brink I think I'm the one that don't belong Same old song Don't fit So alone I sit If I stay away from people, they won't be so mad. Makes me sad Mayby they are right I'm a dark light But I see No one can be free Could be That it is not me They are angry, at what I don't know That part does not show Just if they are mad Maybe sad Glad There is no happy pill For their ill Desire to want more They hate being poor They seem to hate being who they are Not being able to reach their star I don't know why I can feel them cry Mad cause they feel they fail Lost inside their own personal jail Can't read no mind But I find You walk by I feel you cry Mostly I see the rage Angry at their lifes stage Perhaps minimum wage Everything And all that that will bring Hate is the season Looking for a reason The world is a pot It's getting hot So much rage is going to blow Will not be a pretty show This is the world I see From which I flee I do not wish to be a part Breaks my heart Hiding in my well Yet I can tell Mankind is walking on thin ice Once we knew how to be nice Lend a hand We used to understand Loves beautiful band Do not know how to fix this Closer comes this fate Love falls to hate Too late Hate is the seed they sow I can see it grow I watch with a tear Some fear Head held down I see mankind start to drown Hate gaining speed The need We feed Sadness rules Fools I feel love will loose this fight Mankind falls into the forever night Lost is the light No going back Once hate wins the attack

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