Today is the last Sunday.
Of all of the things considered,
God can't save us now!
Of all these blood wars,
Fight to death life.
The rich rage war,
While the poor suffer.
All the fathers and sons lost forever.
All they do is look down,
Laugh, and point who's next?
Not caring of the struggling families
Of this nation.
The truth is that there is blood on the money,
We could fight back?
We need to hold on!
A bloody bullet to our backs, yet this
Is just a metaphor to the millions.
No sun will shine with the sky blood red, millions dead.
Nothing Said!
Just keep sending dead bodies to the war.
Thanks for nothing!
If I could change a thing, I think I would have changed everything. If I could have known the truth, I would have never been with you. Twenty-five and I am so tired of this childish love, And all the pain that comes along with all its games. Seems such a waste to throw it all away, But I am who I am, like me or not, But you will never be able to change me. The world has its grips on you, And I am no way getting involved. Today could be the greatest of days, But what would you have changed? All of your wrong mistakes, your bad calls, All your fear and lies, Or are you just so selfish inside? If I could change the way we were, I think I would change everything. If I knew the absolute truth about you, I would have never even met you. Twenty-five to life with all that you did, Is this the end of love, should I give up? And here I am stuck with a broken heart, And busted up sight. These days are blurring together, And nothing seems al...
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As much as I look forward to growing up, I'm terrified of what my future consists of.
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Anywho, glad to see you're posting again.