We just dying to survive,
then survive to just die,
all the while we been dead
because life revolves around Lifeless things
like rent due and them expensive heels
that ain't no different
than a regular shoe.
Round and round we go,
we don't know,
and probably never will.
We just dying to survive,
then survive just to die,
do we ever really live,
or did we live our life
in womb when we
came to be,
just to die to survive
then survive just to die.
Round and round we go,
we don't know,
did we ever?
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
We just dying to survive,
then survive to just die,
all the while we been dead
because life revolves around Lifeless things
like rent due and them expensive heels
that ain't no different
than a regular shoe.
Round and round we go,
we don't know,
and probably never will.
We just dying to survive,
then survive just to die,
do we ever really live,
or did we live our life
in womb when we
came to be,
just to die to survive
then survive just to die.
Round and round we go,
we don't know,
did we ever?
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