No one could love me
Because even I hate myself
So I always know there is no 'we'
And that there never could be
I'm lost among the masses
A sea of blurs to by cast away
In a world of ambition and fascists
No one can know what peace is
Am I insane for running?
Can there be no cure?
I know how disturbed I'm becoming
I don't know if anyone's listening
If not then only to myself am I talking
Shuffling feet in directionless walking
No one to give hope for the future
I'm lost and here for the finding
If only there was anything worth being found
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
No one could love me
Because even I hate myself
So I always know there is no 'we'
And that there never could be
I'm lost among the masses
A sea of blurs to by cast away
In a world of ambition and fascists
No one can know what peace is
Am I insane for running?
Can there be no cure?
I know how disturbed I'm becoming
I don't know if anyone's listening
If not then only to myself am I talking
Shuffling feet in directionless walking
No one to give hope for the future
I'm lost and here for the finding
If only there was anything worth being found
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