smiling faces
beautiful places
isn't that how life is suppose to be
but no
dead bodies
& hollow cries
can be heard from house to house
pretty houses
& perfect jobs
and your caring family you always had
but no again
shallow streets
& tired look
and mixed thoughts of suicide
life is empty
life is pointless
life is anything but perfect
we don't have a voice
we don't have a choice
but to die in pain without any complain
i hope i don't have to explain
i'm just insane
the way i act, can't be count
im just inspired
and im tired
i guess my point is:
life sucks
life stinks
life isn't always what we think
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