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I see the world filled with fear
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

What does this mean?
Days turning from bad to worse
God gave me life
To which is seen as a curse
When things get bad to worse is life a cure
I see the world for what it really is.
A shallow place that we have to live.

I see the world filled with fear.
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

No change has given
Because no fucks were given
It’s the past repeating history
What makes it worse there is no mystery
Everything is in black and white
The world is now reporting old history
This is nothing new to me.

I see the world filled with fear.
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

From living here.
Show me that bright light so that I can disappear
I don’t want to live in a world where you have to shed a tear.
I don’t want to live in a world where there is no love
I don’t want to live in a world there stars don’t shine above.
I don’t want to beg for the things that are free
I’m sorry if this is new as it’s not for me.

I see the world filled with fear.
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

Nothing is making sense
Everything is a blur
I live with shadows of the likes of good men.
I live with the suffering on which is also brought on men.
Where we go again.
Let history be that example of a change
Let that change be something that we can maintain

So that I don’t see a world filled with fear
So that I don’t see a world filled with pain
So that I see a world filled with hope
That is what I would like that gain.

Butterfly.

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I have wings at the back so I can fly.
I don’t care how hard it is as long as I can touch the sky.
Once I hit the clouds then I know am high.
Will duck down when the rain starts to pour
Watch me spread my wings beautiful and decor.
What Im worth would lead your imagination to so much more.
I have wings at the back so I can fly.
I don’t care how hard it is as long as I can touch the sky.

Again.

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I’ve done it again.
This isn’t the end because guess who has done it again.
Bang. There is goes again
Yep, you are right I’ve done it again.
I promise I will never do it again.
Scouts Honour.
It’s hard though not doing it again.
I just wish I had more time to start over again.
To change things again.
That would take me to that peace of mind again.
I bet you are thinking she’s not going to do it again.
Well just what.
I’ve done it again
Things will never be the same again
But I can’t help it is she wants to try again
To start again
To repeat the same ending again
She enjoys getting hurt over and over again.
No telling with this is the end.
I bet you a 50 she would be at it again.
Saying the same old thing.
Bang she did it again.
I guess she feeling pain again.
Use you head not your heart again.
Remember when back then.
When you said you would never do it again.
Who was that talking your brain or the heart again.
I promise I won’t do it again.
I’ve learned my lesson.
Don’t want to be labeled as the loser again.
So I will stop.
I promise I won’t say again.
Next time I will think before I act.
I will learn to connect the paper with the pen again.
I will start writing again.
I would follow the brain again.
Just to let you the heart would never be the same again.
But I guess if they worked together I will be fine.
I would be able to stop myself from probably saying the word again.