anonymous
Guest
anonymous
Guest
We were robbed
Empty promises
In the name of God
Never any intentions
Other than your own
Not Genuwine
heartless
Regardless of what you think
Playing us
Like A bad symphony
Cling to your good memories
As if there are any
These dirty walls
Paint over them
With the Brightest of colors
But the pain will always show
Sadly, so many people
In terms of their own lives
working on a job they hate
that is
If they have one
Discontent with the struggle
For Now
Settling
Life for so many
This is not living
Thats the problem
You get what you give
It was allowed to happen
Only watching your life
Instead of the big picture
How much was needed
Was this your best
Now, self medication
suppressing pain
pretending to be happy
That is the storm
A magnificent force
Empty promises
In the name of God
Never any intentions
Other than your own
Not Genuwine
heartless
Regardless of what you think
Playing us
Like A bad symphony
Cling to your good memories
As if there are any
These dirty walls
Paint over them
With the Brightest of colors
But the pain will always show
Sadly, so many people
In terms of their own lives
working on a job they hate
that is
If they have one
Discontent with the struggle
For Now
Settling
Life for so many
This is not living
Thats the problem
You get what you give
It was allowed to happen
Only watching your life
Instead of the big picture
How much was needed
Was this your best
Now, self medication
suppressing pain
pretending to be happy
That is the storm
A magnificent force