Brad Combs

(8/8/89 / Wheatridge, Co)

Sick of Life

I wish i was dead, I wish i was no-more,
I have tasted the fruit of life, and i must say it is rather bad,

People tell me i should be grateful for what i have,
I only must ask! 'what is it i have, '

Cause all i see in this life is:
death and deciet, not love and hope

Cause all i see in this life is:
The rich getting richer, and the poor getting poorer

People tell me i should be gratful for what i have,
I only must ask! 'what is it i have, '

People tell me that life is full of joy,
But all i see is the pain,

People tell me that life is full of riches
But all i see is the poor,

You probly dont want to hear this,
But life sucks and i realy see no point in living

Submitted: Monday, October 06, 2008

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  • Ivor Hogg (10/13/2008 7:51:00 PM)

    What a desolate point of view full of adolescent angst but it getts better my young friend I mstill enjoying lif in my sevsnties (Report) Reply

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