24 Hours Gone
It's the end of a day
24 hours all gone
and wasted
what have I done?
what have I done?
I'm not enough
I waste another day
how can I keep living like this?
everything to waste
get up, get an education, get to work
24 hours all gone
who's to say this is how I want to live
When all I ever do is give
Give my life to those I love
Give my life, as a slave, to those I hate
bounded by my wrists and ankles
What have WE done?
What have WE done?
24 hours gone
stared down at by all people
living in a world of greed
where there is no heed
hands tied behind your back
pushed around like a pawn
played like a game
who's to say this is how we want to live
When all we ever do is give
Give our life to those we love
Give our life, as slaves, to those we hate
bounded by our wrists and ankles
24 hours gone
What have YOU done?
What have YOU done?
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