sixth commandment
overnight meltdowns
tears shed at dusk
melancholy whispers
tiny specs of dust
a life and a burden
unavoidable tasks
the daily routine
and people with masks
with a difference of consciousness
he understood and ran
and for this gift
he is shunned by the man
thou shalt not kill
but inside hes curled
Just An Angry Kid,
Hating The World.
no love has he felt
since quite a different time
escape his own past
or another French mime
has it really come to this
is this really the end
do i have to turn around
start all over again
because honestly id like to
maybe a change of heart would be good
and the cold world stops for no one
there’s love out there somewhere
Just An Angry Kid,
Hating The World.
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