Break some glass

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Why is life so fucked up,
When the memories fade up,
You might think it’s all a game,
Give it up, it’s not the same.

Submitted: June 30, 2013

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Submitted: June 30, 2013

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Why is life so fucked up,

When the memories fade up,

You might think it’s all a game,

Give it up, it’s not the same.

 

All you do is break some glass,

Into pieces,shreads and less,

Taking poor hearts in the vain,

Souls,minds into your jail.

 

Never thought you feed with pain,

That is right near your gain,

Stealing thoughts is what you do,

In my life I think of you.

 

Can’t you see the world awakes,

They feel you and stuff you take,

Give it up,you should obey,

You can’t just fire up and take away.


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