is all they show.

Most don’t even think
Before speaking

Sometimes I cry an
Ocean and sometimes
I just don’t care

Most of them wouldn’t pay
Attention to those
who are hurt

But to those who
Are completely

When I go out at night,
I look up and I always
Watch the stars winking at me,

Telling me everything will be okay


Is the opposite of what the
Stars tell me to believe

Sometimes the stars yell out
As loud as an explosion
The only good thing about these
People is that there’s a few that would care

And always will

Live long die fast,

Pretty much my entire society
I live in at this time,

Which would be a long time

All nice on the outside but really
Hurt in the inside

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