Pleasure is a Dream
It was simple to fall in lust
Dwelling in the pleasures of the present musts
To grow up, leave home, then give up
Did our parents raise us from the ground to reach dust?
Did we consider the spilt blood?
During these times, we expect god to forgive us
We're young and we believe that would excuse us
Excuse us for being selfish Because
Desire is human nature something we have no control of
But there's no excuse for the damage
that we tried to avoid and severe ties with
We caused this and it's Ridiculous
How our stubborn minds won't undermine
the harsh fate of limited time
But force us to stray from our kind
Where is god when there's no love?
No care, no regrets and we return once it gets tough
Living goalless lies with the treasured lives they gave up
I’m left in disgust
Please open your eyes,
no open your mind
and find your purpose
Then you'll realize that pleasure is but a dream in this harsh reality
And haven’t we had enough?
Our generation needs to grow up.
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