Inspired By Being Used
For I saw the world bleeding,
I never thought of fleeing,
Compassion's what they're needing.
I may have wasted my gas,
They called me a pure jackass,
But he couldn't miss his class.
I may have spent my money,
They all thought it was funny,
But she shouldn't go hungry.
I may have lost my own mind,
They said it's not worth the time,
But I guess they've all gone blind.
At times I felt like dying,
For others, I kept trying.
Helping you, stopped my crying.
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