This Crule World
Maybe I'm a dreamer,
Or just misunderstood,
I really don't enjoy this cruel world,
Maybe I'm not good enough,
Or maybe you're not seeing the side of me you should,
I really hate this cruel world,
I know what I want,
But I can't just leave,
I have responsibilities,
Oh I hate this cruel world,
My mind is filled with depressing thoughts,
I can't control my fears,
I really don't enjoy this cruel world,
The blood runs down my arm,
Leaving scars stained red,
I really wish I were dead,
I hate this bastard place...
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