Help Me
I know I can’t feel the pain
But I would like to understand it
Is it like a thousand needles of rain
Help show people the panic
I hate the world
It can look at its problems and not change
I guess people are worlds
So the second line can explain
I hate misery
Yet there’s no way to keep it from others
I guess its a weight we carry
so strength you must muster.
I hate the feeling of hate
the evil feeling I can’t contain
Its guns, drugs, black and white
the colors of yin and yang
I could go on and on
for hate is the tone of my song
I can scream it or preach it
put in ya system watch you eat it
But I understand a little more
from my previous self
Life is a tricky thing
its difficult without help
Teach ya self discipline
Cause I made myself want it
you can destroy my world
but my heart and mind won’t tarnish
I want it bad
so bad that it hurts
hate comes second now
because love will come first
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