"How can we as people look out at the world and see that what we have created, isn't good enough? so we build over, and we destroy peoples lives because truthfully we just don't care if our billion dollar empire kills millions of families happiness. I wish I could puke, but the truth is I am almost out of bile. American Dream? What is the American Dream? Does that mean you can buy as many bottles of booze, and hookers as you party your way to your death? Did the American Dream ever mean to get all coked up on your drug of choice, and make a fool of yourself on television. Does that mean now that you can buy whatever your heart desires that when something goes terribly wrong you can pull out your cash, and buy your way out of a bloody situation? If that's what the "American Dream" is all about then I want nothing to do with that disease. When I look at the TV all I see is the innocent people of this nation being kidnapped, being killed, being hurt, and all we can come up with is a new show to bicker back and forth at each other, and do nothing to help. In it for the money, and nothing else. How useless are we that all we care about is making the next new show about following another broken Celebrities family in their everyday life. How pathetic? Is this suppose to make me proud to be an American? There are people risking there lives for this freedom, and all we know how to do is make fools of ourselves. What does it mean to be an American? Does it mean to have a wife with 2.5 kids, and work a boring job, working the same hours a week? Maybe the reason I am so depressed is because when I look out at the world I see something God couldn't possibly want. This is not what God meant when he said love your neighbor, he didn't mean break into another man's house, murder him and kidnap his four year old daughter. Where is my hope? Because at one point in my life it was staring at me in the face, now I am looking in every corner, but all I am really finding is darkness. So where is our America, where is our beautiful home, because it's not here anymore?"
And all of the animals can breath on their own, And I can speak for myself, So you can let go. I’ve turned my back, She continues to stare, What are you looking at? I ask. There is nothing left to in the tank. All of my love has been spent, And I have nothing left to give. I was looking at what I had she replies. Have you noticed what is gone? It’s not just happiness, It’s all of are drugs, We used them all, We lost are love, It’s all gone, All used up. And all of the animals can run free, And I can finally be me, I loved you, but I must leave, So take your lonely hands off of me. And don’t look at me with your sad eyes, And I know longer want to hear your sad song. Because you made this come to be, So stop pretending that you can breath, And don’t act like you can speak for yourself. Because you were so far from who you really are. It was all just something you said.
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