what's love, what's perfection!?,
when there is always a person to mess up,
yet your eyes pop out of your head like i did something wrong,
just for being me!.!.!.
i make the mistakes, in which i take responsibility,
i apologized for each wrong,
even when i'm suffering,
but you don't see,
because i play things off,
so easily!.!.!.
unappreciated from birth,
Satan you put first,
greed is your mission,
obssession is your existence,
why do i care!?,
when its all about you, and your needs,
ain't nobody got me,
like i have me!.!.!.
what's a friend these days!?,
jealousy is the end all be all,
along with hate,
that's your so called wonders,
your evil discovered,
can't be proud for me,
so its easier to harm me,
to help you and your trips,
your holes, your dirt within!.!.!.
you try to defend what should of never been,
went against my better judgment, made another friend,
i have enough friends, the warrior in me- says do it all for me,
don't need another partner, don't need another foe, to save me from me,
its beyond recovery!.!.!.
more friends more problems,
more money, more sorrow,
its the life we live,
the story within,
the puzzle, the game,
the ignorance, the lames!.!.
that's life,
better be careful,
because that same illness took cobain and dandrigde,
hemingway and woolfe,
its looking for victims,
life is just a journey,
don't spoil yourself in their puke!.!.!.
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i take it all away, re-write to suffer, more than the hebrews,
when you sin as much as me,
when you make more mistakes than me,
what's love, what's perfection!?
i travel a troubled road of depression and aggression,
walk miles of anger and madness,
what for!?, when stress is but the death of humanity,
we all are fighting the battle within, unclean!.!.!.
don't care,
don't love,
don't surrender!.!.!.
don't care,
don't love,
don't surrender!.!.!.
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there's nothing i can do for you,
that you can't do for yourself,
there is nothing i can provide to you,
that isn't already on your chest!.!.!.
don't know what i'm fighting for,
living for,
dying for,
trying for,
same skit,
same life,
same tune,
same history,
repeats itself,
till we kill ourselves,
isn't that the way,
the ending goes!.!.!.
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just existing in scars,
eating the toxins of the ghost's cars,
living in corruption, living in history,
living in this so called happiness, better known as democracy,
was i never free!? never could i be!?
there is always someone,
to harm my love!.!.!.
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used to be different when i was young,
used to not have so many scrapes and scars,
used to feel good, when now i'm sick,
used to feel some real music the took me away from the ****!.!.!.
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used to run,
used to love,
used to never fear,
never wonder!.!.!.
now!.!.!.
its all disappeared,
the page changed, different chapter,
over 21,
psychos coming after,
nothing better for tomorrow,
but that's the life, of the so called me,
be lucky if 50 is the place i see!.!.!.
what's love, what's perfection!?,
words that are said, but aren't ever true!
just another hustler, another warrior,
another survivor,
boo-hoo!Www@QuestionHome@Com