Wake up
with the feeling that the whole world got you down. Pressure that keeps
building got you dragging on the ground. Chaos keeps on losing in no answers to
be found for what you are feeling now.
Danger
that surrounds, it gets worse here every day. Criminals in power want to take
your right away. Never hear you protest, they won’t have you have your say.
But you
don’t try, sit there and whine about your decline. I think it is a pathetic
sort of life you choose. Methods abused, solutions refused, good for you but
some day you will lose your life.
Without
even giving it a try depression is the only thing you will find. Give it one
chance before you die; just got one day to get a life.
Every day
procrastinate, you won’t get very fast. Listen to religion try and tell you who
you are. Marionettes on TV sets parade across your screen, but you don’t know
what it all means. Think there is no point in trying to get up each day. When
problems are there to confound, only speed your slow decay. Future is relegated
to be a bland pathetic waist because you can’t find a better way.
Know you
will never make it; you don’t even want to try. Waiting for the day when you
can curl up and die. No one is going to listen, the world is out to get you.
Blame anyone you want, you get the life you choose. When are you going to get a
clue? No one’s going to wait for you. Only you can make it all come true.
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