I can't find hate in my heart
For those who pursue crime
"Such a taboo"
Not when it's the only thing you can do
I mean, if we were all:
Forgotten
Troubled
Juvenile
Downright suicidal
Hopeless
Speechless
Broken
Ruined by a system
Misused and abused
Constantly confused by being used
Not excused
From a situation you never fused-
Yet, you are devoted
Longing for another
Someone to call a brother
Who looks out for you and doesn't smother
In this mad world...
Wouldn't you?