"Unlovable" is harsh,
But love is scarce,
When you live in this world of mine
People judge your hope,
But you can only cope,
Because it started from the beginning of time
They see what they hate,
And peace is too late,
For it begins another war
Humans beg and cry,
And on the streets they die,
And yet, we ask for more
We tend to be sick and wrong,
But in our minds we stand strong,
Alone against the world
Because of our hate,
And of the lives we take,
We wouldn't feel love if we could
So around and 'round,
We're beat to the ground,
In this circle of blood and gore
By our familys and friends,
And anyone with hands,
Until we shout, "No more"
We're pushed to the limit
Until we take the ticket
For a train to get out of town
But the only place to go,
And of this we know,
Is to be those six feet down
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
"Unlovable" is harsh,
But love is scarce,
When you live in this world of mine
People judge your hope,
But you can only cope,
Because it started from the beginning of time
They see what they hate,
And peace is too late,
For it begins another war
Humans beg and cry,
And on the streets they die,
And yet, we ask for more
We tend to be sick and wrong,
But in our minds we stand strong,
Alone against the world
Because of our hate,
And of the lives we take,
We wouldn't feel love if we could
So around and 'round,
We're beat to the ground,
In this circle of blood and gore
By our familys and friends,
And anyone with hands,
Until we shout, "No more"
We're pushed to the limit
Until we take the ticket
For a train to get out of town
But the only place to go,
And of this we know,
Is to be those six feet down
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