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The world we live in is made of pain. We have to look the same, and we have to think a certain way. When in reality, the ones who think that who are vain.
It's really lame, the games we have to play, to try to be like them, our lives we have to strain. The standards are so high, when all of it is lies, our bodies, our minds, pushing people to die.
The media we despise, they're just out of our grip, the ones who crack the whip. They still say, that it was you who pushed the sad away, caused the agony, caused the death. If you want to try go ahead, there's still nothing left.
When society is hiding the truth, people get in trouble for fighting for back, you have no clue, are we the people really the guilty ones, because we weren't the ones to attack, did we kill them? Did we the people hold the weapon that killed them?
The one made of words, the words you tell us all. Because the thing is, we have to settle, the line between alive and being fine.
