Day in, day out, the skies grow weary
As each day passes by, life becomes dreary
In time I've grown out of this world
As if I won't even seem to care for someone
For I've shown none to anyone
I've made several women cry
I've angered men but
I do not know why
I've let my emotions die
And left out my heart dry
I am Mr. Insensitive
I often think in a negative manner
I carry the face of sadness as my banner
I embody a life living on a masquerade as my prerogative
I've lost track of myself a long ago
I do not know if this is the effect of a broken heart
And an effect of a man searching for his
The lost soul as he ventures the darkness of life
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
Day in, day out, the skies grow weary
As each day passes by, life becomes dreary
In time I've grown out of this world
As if I won't even seem to care for someone
For I've shown none to anyone
I've made several women cry
I've angered men but
I do not know why
I've let my emotions die
And left out my heart dry
I am Mr. Insensitive
I often think in a negative manner
I carry the face of sadness as my banner
I embody a life living on a masquerade as my prerogative
I've lost track of myself a long ago
I do not know if this is the effect of a broken heart
And an effect of a man searching for his
The lost soul as he ventures the darkness of life
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