It's a fucked up place
With a fucked up chair
A fucked up window
A fucked up snare
A fucked up rope
With a fucked up tie
With them fucked up people full of giggles and lies
Fucked up boys and there fucked up girls
Living in there own fucked up world
A fucked up gun with a fucked up trigger
A fucked up worry
In the fucked up air
Were fucked up people
Living fucked up lives
Chasing fucked up dreams
Right before our eyes
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
PoezjaThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
