Why are we here
Empty desk
empty heads
early morning
go school get good grades go colledge
go school get good grades go colledge
get good job
then what
Bullshit i say bullshit
what nexts after that bullshit
they forget to teach the important lessons
love
hate discrimination
war poverty
self haterd
everything really
we spend 365 day a year learning the bullshit and for what
to get decent jobs have decent house decent family
they say reach for stars belive in your self
while in the end most of our dreams get locked away on a shelf.
Bullshit i tell you
excuse my words but these are the daily remidies of the sickning illness we all learn
sex parties
boys oh boys
fashion
popularity
in the end they say it all doesnt matter
really are you so sure when the girl cuttin herself in the back of the class
is so up set because kim kardisian excced her expectations of an ass
or that the male population force us to see beutiy in the unattanible bullshit
what are we here for is it all worth it
in the end of the day we die and what have we got show for it
someyou may escape the abyss and find that ignorance is more bliss
but you will never understand what it means to be happy until you le go of the expectations and go free to were you were meant to be
were is that some where with the nobodies
because being somebody isn't what it has cut out to be
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