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It hurts how death can take away
All those we thought were here to stay
Sometimes we think death's just child's play
But when it comes, we cry 'Mayday'

Death brings unexpected pain
It reminds us all our work is in vain
It's a foreign concept, all so strange
When you meet that ugly pale red stain

Death takes away all we had planned
And all it leaves is a barren wasteland
Death makes our lives before seem quite grand
It makes us lose our so-called stand
Feeling pretty morbid - just had to let it out
Heartbroken :(
Hell, that's the way it's supposed to be
Who cares?
Nobody Important.
New year feelings eating up at my soul.
I guess I'm just not deserving of love
Information speeds around at a frightening rate
Technology we made is no more our mate
We fight to be informed; to be up to date
While being defined by the things we create

Everything you say or do is stored in the web
One wrong move and boom, you're dead
Forsaking the truth and opting for fake lives instead

Welcome to Gen Z
The age of technology
Living 21st century; it's so free
Yet feeling so empty

Smiling at the camera, while crying inside
Through AI, our creativity died
Trying to keep up with the times and flow with the vibes
Not knowing the vibes have taken over our minds

Being ruled by the music we hear
Now our songs of joy has turned to tunes of despair
Only when it comes to reputation do people care
And for that same reputation, they let go of what they hold dear

The advent of Internet has stuck like glue
Through WWW, evil things have come through
It might have its good uses, but those are few
While the bad ones multiply all around you

I sometimes miss the times of the Israel and Moses
The times when people didn't poke their noses
E'en though I know it wasn't a time of beds of roses
At least that time, we knew exactly the threat information poses

But now we are in Gen Z
No one and nothing is trustworthy
Living 21st century; it's so free
Yet feeling so empty
2025 thoughts :)
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Anger is a *******
Jealousy's a fool
Malice does nothing but ******
When it comes to you

Hatred's not an option
Love is barely, too
Mixed emotions happen
When it comes to you

Forgive and forget
None of that crap is new
But forgiving is a regret
When it comes to you

Sometimes I ignore your existence
But I still care through and through
Just one of many occurences
When it comes to you.
Two years ago, I saw a girl cry over a guy
I was disgusted; why waste precious tears from your pretty eyes?
It's not that the guy got burnt or that he died
All he wanted to do he did, and then he lied.

Love in his heart was as far away as Saturn's rings
She, led by words, led her heart to a heartsting
He did what he was so bent on doing
And disappeared after a taste of the finer things.

There she was, sobbing in her friend's arms
He, at will, turned on and off his charms
Those fine hands that once made her skin sing
Left after a taste of the finer things.

That day, I decided that tears for boys I will never to my eyes bring
Nothing like that will ever make me brood or think
For my true love, it's all or nothing
He'll have all of my finer things.
You promised me a lifetime
I guess a lifetime means to you less than a year
I remember all the times
You whispered "till infinity" inside my ear
"It's over" didn't mean anything to you more than mere words
But for me, it was the end; the final stab of the sword
It hurt, oh, it hurt. Weeks on end, I wondered if I had made a mistake
I gave you my heart and you stabbed it with a stake
I cried and cried till there were no longer tears left to cry
Then I admitted to myself that that Lifetime was goodbye.
Took me a long time to admit it to myself - hope you all can relate
There is no proper feeling anymore.
I mean you can't be afraid cause they feed off your fear.
You can't be angry, because they know how to manipulate your anger.
You can't be sad, because they prolong your sorrow.
You can't be worried, because they will be so happy to see you like that.
You can't be happy, because they sabotage you and gossip all around you.
You can't be hopeful, because that will make your hope something to crush.
You can't be FREE, because they've made you comfortable in your *******.
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