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My World


I see the world through the face looking back in the mirror Eyes that have seen too much to bare Things coming from the heart like an acid Holding back the things I want to say Things no one takes for the faint of heart Where you live does not make you who you want to be Nothing but you and me and a few miles between The color of our skin makes no difference to my black and white eyes Seeing through the lies of all of those who stand before me Feeling the beat of the music by rhythm Feeling it in the night Hurting myself out of spite Wanting nothing more than to fight To know what is right And what is wrong. With you and me, I cant make you see The world through another’s eyes Looking to the skies Seeing over the stars Seeing nothing but the scars that the past has on your face This whole human race is a disgrace feeling out of place Keeping up with the race Loving you but not me. Holding the world in my head Feeling with dread Going to sleep in my bed Thinking of what we said My heads turned to lead My feet numb like ice My hands pale as the moon My eyes darker than you My true self isn’t true Nothing more from you Bunny rabbit in a cage No one can be saved Lost in a cave Darker than night Shadows afraid of light This whole world isn’t right
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