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Society Why


How come everytime i turn around People are worried about others opinion? How come everytime i turn around People are dying Dying cuz they are scared to be themselves Scared cuz the world is soo cruel Losing all hope Dont know what else to do.. Society why Why Do you implant things in our head Making us believe What seem soo real But its oh so fake Making us blind And feeding us with soo many lies Sociey why Why are you doing this to us Taking what we love and live for To give us something thats filled With so much hate Giving us our only option To give up and die We have no hope Society why Do you make use feel soo little When we mean so much Making this world a death trap We die either way it go If we dont kill ourselves Then the world do Our only safety Is away from humanity Society We shouldnt have to feel Or live like that Society why Do you pay more attention to the rich And ignore all the poor Its like a war Rich against poor How much more bull Can we take? Society why Are you hiding soo much history And leaving parts of our brain so empty Making us believe What you want us to believe You try to make us seem dumb So that no one can "Rebell" against you? Society is fucked up Just like the government is Society why Are you doing this to us What happen to peace? Or love? Or forming a better union? All the past activist Will be very disappoint in you Society please give us a break I dont know how much more people Can handle Giving us limited options Society is a comedian And the biggest joke is us.
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