There is no sense in this world anymore
I feel sore
Seeing people being all the same
It looks like I am to blame
Personality,
A word that doesn't exists in our dictionaries anymore
Creativity was pruned out
Like the hair on the soldier's head
Money is all they think about
I can't carry out
They are making insane
Making me not the same
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
There is no sense in this world anymore
I feel sore
Seeing people being all the same
It looks like I am to blame
Personality,
A word that doesn't exists in our dictionaries anymore
Creativity was pruned out
Like the hair on the soldier's head
Money is all they think about
I can't carry out
They are making insane
Making me not the same
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