A Mad Mans World
This truely is a mad mans world,
times for peace times for war,
Hear the children slaming doors or cring because they sweep the floors,
let me see what world you seek,
come let me take a peek,
a mad mans world is what i see,
let me show you what you've done to me,
a lowd bang is what i hear everyone has some tears,
whats this thought in side my head as im falling to the bed,
thoughts racing threw me head as im bleeding on the bed,
people crying people yalling people driving away,
and all they can think or say is who knows him anyway,
this truely is a mad mans world fool of hateful words,
but also fool of tons of birds.
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