WRONG
The world is wrong
and you are wrong
I could be wrong
I could be right
but you hold tight.
Hold on to your old ideas
hold on until it hurts
the shit they taught you
are only words
I hold on to love
cause that is all I want
ever wanted
ever will
you, you make me ill
but I have will
the will to kill
not death
your ego
& your pride
false pride
behind you hide.
You’re so afraid
to face what’s true
cause somewhere in you
you know this truth
where went your youth?
So I’ll stay young
& you will die
I will not cry
believe me
that’s no fuckin' lie
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