What's up with the world?
Everybody is close-minded or a follower
Selling souls because of her
Making things just because it hurts
We don't care 'bout much but the looks
What's up, what's up?
What's up with the world?
When we talk about what we don't know
Like, how can we be so sure
If we aren't who killed or who got hurt?
Talking about suicide if you feel so alive
And love when you were told one
Pain when you didn't feel some
And mistakes when you've made none?
I don't blame, I mean, it's good to know
That a preacher is with you
But judgment don't come too
I don't blame, but I can't let go
There are some voices I can't ignore
When a “saint” calls a mother a “whore”
– ngtmr.
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Poems by ngtmr.
PoetryPoems by me in English and Portuguese. Poemas feitos por mim em Inglês e Português. Enjoy! ----///----\\\----///----\\\---- Plagiarism is a felony. Plágio é crime. ----///----\\\----///----\\\---- I'm available if you need to talk to someone. DM me...
