I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fucking shit
Nothing that I write can make me feel good
Victim of the great machine,
in love with everything I see
Neon lights surrounding me,
I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong 'cept for when I hit the bong
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Life The Way It Is
PoetryLife, the way it is, it doesn't make sense, But it makes perfect sense all the same. Life, it isn't fair for everyone, And I guess that makes it fair enough. Life, it teaches you many lessons But by the time you learn, it's time to leave Life, it...
