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War Child
I can't think straight
All I can think is. . .
I hate this world
I wasn't made for this world
I've got nothing to offer it
And vice-versa
My vice is violence
Why I'm filled with this anger?
This sadness?
I do not know
My eyes are bloodshot
And my eyes are raw from the tears I've shed
Weary from the roads I've traveled
Yet I haven't traveled many
If any
Do I even have reason to complain, to feel like this?
Feel like shit
A permanent solution
To a temporary problem, you say?
Well let me tell you, I wish I felt the same
Let me be
Let me rest
If only for awhile
All I can think is. . .
I hate this world
I wasn't made for this world
I've got nothing to offer it
And vice-versa
My vice is violence
Why I'm filled with this anger?
This sadness?
I do not know
My eyes are bloodshot
And my eyes are raw from the tears I've shed
Weary from the roads I've traveled
Yet I haven't traveled many
If any
Do I even have reason to complain, to feel like this?
Feel like shit
A permanent solution
To a temporary problem, you say?
Well let me tell you, I wish I felt the same
Let me be
Let me rest
If only for awhile