World Like This
I feel sick to live in a world like this
My glass is not half empty
It was drank before I was even born,
Now I am stuck in a desert swallowing sand
Tell me why it's okay
Why we'll be the one's shifting through the shattered glass,
When we should be the ones hurling those shards because ofwhat has been left for us
Why are we the blamed.
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