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Sorry, Lord.


Depression,

That's all I really learn in this lesson.

Students laughing,

Making fun of the scars.

They think she just wants attention ,

But they aren't thinking far.

Close minded.

These views really get me going.

"If you wasn't dressed so provocatively , maybe men wouldn't go after you."

Wow, Society.

You've really got us far,

Where kids grow up so crazy that violence skyrockets in larger bars.

That was sarcasm,

Just in case you didn't notice.

'Cause the education system isn't really doing much for us.

Can you teach us , Is that so hard ?

Complain about mislead generations but it's you that lead us.

Complain about our violence but we're doing what we're seeing.

I'm sorry , Lord.

We've must be a dissapointment ,

So beautiful , God's creations but we aren't acting like we knew this.

 

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