This World

Take away my past And cut it up with broken glass I wish it would go all away And maybe my thoughts will settle to my final days Writing seems to soothe the mind The only way to let my tangled thoughts unwind I am not sad, I'm just confused I can't get things straight, I'm always feeling used Let me think how to start.. I feel this world is falling apart This is not how it's supposed to be Trash, Lust and Corrupted memories When will it all end? Who will stop all this sin? I know its not God Where has he been? Maybe all the slum as swallowed him.