I look around at the world,
It’s crazy and sick,
I’m jazzed up albeit so sad,
Ruffling up my candle wick,
They’re all so caught up in fun and games,
In damn debauchery raising stakes,
It’s not just these, there’s the pure ones,
The damn enlightened, yeah the joyful ones,
They live their dreams and laugh it out,
Pose for pictures films, yeah, they're rolling loud,
They have their teams, they go to church,
People call em babe and they’re never dark,
They look at me probably often not,
I’m just a watchful eye, yeah, I’m Mordor’s lot,
I feel so sick of living, punching at these keys,
Maybe just offset that with some herbal tea,
It’s one thing to be hopeful, right?
To believe that one day pain will take a flight,
Not the same though when you’ve seen the future,
Took a peak and knew happiness isn’t on the list,
I remember mama rocking me to sleep,
As I cried inside the mission hospital’s ward,
I looked to her eyes and she’d tell me this,
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