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.
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