There's something about this world,
that makes me scream,
makes me cringe,
that makes it seems as though all is about to unhinge
Maybe it is the evil,
maybe the death.
that makes my breath
cold as ice
It all makes me wonder-
"Why are we here?"
Nothing seems fair,
in this world of despair
Every day is a fight,
in a world filled with strife
Tell me-
What makes this life worth living,
when we're giving, giving, giving,
and receiving nothing in return?






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