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Who?
Where is our place?
The fear in our face.
Where is the angel's grace?
The hole. The ace.
Who are we?
Save those you can see.
Who is me?
Lost in tragedy.
Agony in the grave,
Who can we save?
Off, the disgust, we shave.
Buried in a cave.
Our eyes see stain,
but not the pain.
Thought train,
Derailed by our depression's rain.
Oh, for shame.
We question the blame,
But keep playing the game.
Just for the fame.
But isn't this our disease?
Doing things as we please,
Not caring who are we?
But one last question. Who is me?
The fear in our face.
Where is the angel's grace?
The hole. The ace.
Who are we?
Save those you can see.
Who is me?
Lost in tragedy.
Agony in the grave,
Who can we save?
Off, the disgust, we shave.
Buried in a cave.
Our eyes see stain,
but not the pain.
Thought train,
Derailed by our depression's rain.
Oh, for shame.
We question the blame,
But keep playing the game.
Just for the fame.
But isn't this our disease?
Doing things as we please,
Not caring who are we?
But one last question. Who is me?
Published 13th Sep 2013
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13th Sep 2013 3:41pm
This one really makes you think as well as question your sanity. lol Loved this as well. I do believe you are becoming one of my favorites on here. ^-^
13th Sep 2013 8:56pm
questioning your sanity is something that is always good, in my opinion. Lol, I don't mind you favoriting me!
