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When the day comes.
I feel as if the World is broken.
With trash floating at sea.
When the smoke blows from the factories,
Or when your spraying Hairspray in the morning.
I feel as if our fruits have been tainted,
When they pick them from the trees, they dip our fruits in pestisides,
Which does nothing but hurt inocent people like you and me.
I feel as if our air is dirty, with the smoke lingering around,
And as our atmosphere fades oh-so fast, i won't dare to make a sound.
For when the day might come, i guess we will all be dead,
but Do not blame me, i have written my word, and in reality, i am not wed!
So watch me as i walk away and may my words stay on your mind,
For my world, and your world will soon be schedualed to die.
With trash floating at sea.
When the smoke blows from the factories,
Or when your spraying Hairspray in the morning.
I feel as if our fruits have been tainted,
When they pick them from the trees, they dip our fruits in pestisides,
Which does nothing but hurt inocent people like you and me.
I feel as if our air is dirty, with the smoke lingering around,
And as our atmosphere fades oh-so fast, i won't dare to make a sound.
For when the day might come, i guess we will all be dead,
but Do not blame me, i have written my word, and in reality, i am not wed!
So watch me as i walk away and may my words stay on your mind,
For my world, and your world will soon be schedualed to die.
Published 3rd May 2011
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