We're free as a nation,
yet slaves as a people.
Not physically abusive,
but this mental thing is real.
Living on the fantasy
"Everything will be okay,
pain can't last forever
eventually it'll go away."
Promises mean nothing.
I'm sorry; just a phrase.
Your actions are predictable.
I'm tired of these games.
Just let it End.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
We're free as a nation,
yet slaves as a people.
Not physically abusive,
but this mental thing is real.
Living on the fantasy
"Everything will be okay,
pain can't last forever
eventually it'll go away."
Promises mean nothing.
I'm sorry; just a phrase.
Your actions are predictable.
I'm tired of these games.
Just let it End.
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