the world seems to be at its end
the search for something
we don't believe in
expecting the worst
hope for the best
do you understand the situation i'm in?
what do I believe?
who cares?
god please god are you out there?
but theres no answer
knock knock no ones there
sit alone lifes gone
20 years wasted
so light the blunt in ya hand
can you hear me?
do you understand
no one listens anymore
silence fills the air
am I more then this
no this is who i've become
silent, quiet, screaming
hiding behind my books
behind my words
behind pencils and sketch pads
behind what I can't have
money money money
girls boys girls
what else is there
in this lonely messed up world
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