Who am I to disagree?

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Love has rusted away 

And made lusted  chains of sorrow

My generation lives for today we don't think about tomorrow 

We set out to the streets

Because a prostitue's fee is only a loaf of bread 

We are broken

we are used 

But isn't that what we want

Or are we searching for something more

Something to fill the void in our hearts

 We sought the world

But their love we cannot trust

With every month it's give or give up

An artist once said "Sweet dreams are made of these"

I guess she was right because who am I to disagree 

 

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