the people are me.
My individuality is blurred
into a still hating
still loving
society.
the people are me.
My individuality is blurred
into a still hating
still loving
society.
The best times of my life are gone.
Black Friday.
Pick yourself up, pieces.
It’s time to move on.
Black Friday.
*
I lie so very well
What you see aint what you get.
No-one could tell
I have a wounded heart.
I may look fine
they say I look handsome, pretty
but you’re not mine
and I’m not yours anymore.
*
I was always a rebel
My mama says live like society
Well mama do tell
Must I follow a society
that justifies war
that hates all it can’t understand
and so far
it’s killed me and my love.