State of the World

Why are you pushing me?
Can’t you tell I’m about to snap!
What are you offering to me?
Is this an attempt to make me relapse!
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I can’t take it, it’s to much
I’m loosing touch
Sanity is slipping through my clutch
Taking punch after punch
To the pit of my gut
Oh yeah! What luck!
Feel like a pair of old shoes
Walked on hard and abused
Sick of singing the blues
Life feels like I’m watching the news
Wish I could knot the noose before I spit out another loose tooth
Was told I have a lot to lose
To tell the truth, I don’t see the proof
So what is it you expect me to do?
I swallow my pride
Been left burning at the wayside
To stubborn to hide
The light inside has withered and died
So can’t you see why it’s no surprise
When I open my third eye
All I see is my own demise
I’m sick and tired of watching the world die
It’s enough to make a grown man cry
That’s right, it brings a tear to my eye
Knowing all were left with is ...why
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There was once a time we knew who to blame
We could call it by name
But now things have changed
And will never be the same

LukeCoomer ©