Look at us.
as we loose ourselvs on a tangled road of miss conceptions,
too ignorant to get directions,too tought to need protection,
look at the blind as we smash into walls
in this concreet jungle of wal-marts and shoping mall's
it seems our parrents are deaf to crys of help
left alone in our search for self
on the streets,
we look but we dont see
pure hope as it melts away into unsavory hate
its hard for me to concive why you dont
OPEN YOUR EYES,LOOK,SEE THAT ITS TOO LATE!
hard to belive?
its too late to save your children from the reaper,the grave
too late to repair the damage
because of you we cant be saved
were the walking dead,mabey if "I LOVE YOU" had been something you said.
enstead words of hate fill our ears
from the day we were born were torn apart
all these years
only when we self destruct do they shed a tear
always the bad-never the good
they fail to see because of the alcohol,the drugs,the lack of parenting
why everyone thinks were no good
its scaring me
and i think that it should
when will it stop?when the cops rip the family apart?
or is that just the start of the end?
i cant tell you whats around the bend
but i can tell you
HISTORY ALWAYS REPEATS ITSELF AGAIN.
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