Bad people cry
Bad people lie
Bad people taint other lives
But we're not bad people, bad people, bad people
We live a life out of fear, obedience to a god we don't know
For our own reasons
We can't seem to let it go
We're just misguided, misguided, misguided
Poor world, poor doorstep
Care is your only weakness
When they leave, cry as you might
But you're a bad person for thinking they would stay
We live a life out of fear, obedience to a god we don't know
For our own reasons
We can't seem to let it go
We're just misguided, misguided, misguided
Bad people steal things, thoughts, and feelings
Bad people wait for their chance
Bad people hide behind those they have tortured
But we're not bad people, bad people, bad people
But they're not bad people, bad people, bad people
And I'm not bad either
Just judged and stereotyped and dropped into buckets I couldn't satisfy
Just misguided, mistook, and lied to
Cause I'm not the only bad person
Who hides from the eyes of society
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Feeling Too Much
PoetrySongs and poetry I write when I'm at risk of feeling numb. I also read books, make origami, play Transformice, or eat. Here's my writing though.
