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The Storm
So can you tell me why,
the world is the way it is?
Why people are so dam fucking mean and self centered,
looking out for no one but themselves.
While other people are screaming for help,
trying to find some one who cares.
Trying to find a life raft
amid their sea of endless pain.
Yet for some reason no one hears their screams,
or cares enough to help the person.
All they need is one person,
just one person to help them through the storm.
Still they remain there alone,
no one coming to help them find a way out.
For no one in this world seems to care any more.
So the lost souls of this world remain lost,
never able to find their way through the storm.
So here is to all the dazed and confused people out there,
just looking for a way out.
the world is the way it is?
Why people are so dam fucking mean and self centered,
looking out for no one but themselves.
While other people are screaming for help,
trying to find some one who cares.
Trying to find a life raft
amid their sea of endless pain.
Yet for some reason no one hears their screams,
or cares enough to help the person.
All they need is one person,
just one person to help them through the storm.
Still they remain there alone,
no one coming to help them find a way out.
For no one in this world seems to care any more.
So the lost souls of this world remain lost,
never able to find their way through the storm.
So here is to all the dazed and confused people out there,
just looking for a way out.
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