Sometimes I wonder
If this world is just a blunder
If one day
We'll all be escorted away
Sometimes I hope
That's there's somewhere better
We will all stay
Till the world's been cleansed with soap
Sometimes I desire
For this world to die.
So that we can rebuild
Without all the smoke and fire
It's not just the people
But the buildings they make
That break our beautiful world down
Until it's all fake.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
If this world is just a blunder
If one day
We'll all be escorted away
Sometimes I hope
That's there's somewhere better
We will all stay
Till the world's been cleansed with soap
Sometimes I desire
For this world to die.
So that we can rebuild
Without all the smoke and fire
It's not just the people
But the buildings they make
That break our beautiful world down
Until it's all fake.
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