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Voices of the Dead
I’m so sick of being such a pessimist
can’t help but ask myself, what’s hurting me?
there’s voices that scream
yelling out the faults of the world
and for some reason I write them down
I think they might be ghost
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
It’s hard to know god
when we are living in hell
trust that there’s a higher power
when people are allowed to use his name to kill
I believe in something
not really sure if I should
little kids are murdered
and our top priority is building a wall?
that crap just feeds racism
does nothing to help victims
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
I had a wonderful girlfriend
she was always so cute
gave me such attitude
told me not to talk down to her
but I couldn’t talk up to her
I was too busy playing with the stars
and she wasn’t really trying to understand me
so I let her go
I had to
because if I didn't
it would of always been me, not her
who was the problem
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
my brother says I listen to too much emo
no, I just relate to emotions better
I don’t put labels on it
so don’t put labels on me
this idea that some people are more special
It’s all bullshit
an illusion
for those that can’t accept reality
here’s one man that rather die poor
because everyone looses their shit
when they get a little bit of attention
and a little bit of cash
I rather be real with me
than have a million reasons why I’m fake
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
yeah, I’m ugly
but I make it look good
I want to feel at my best
or I don’t want to feel at all
baby says it’s so sad
told her she don’t know half
just love me for who I am
and not the past or future
if my mistakes are always judged
I’ll never get away from this stigma
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
voices of the dead echo through my head
telling me it’s better to burn out than to rust
they were better people than I ever could be
I keep holding on to something
I may never have the pleasure of finding
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
some things people should just admit
guns kill, rape is real,
government don’t care, and the president’s a dick
I try not to be offensive, but god damn
how ignorant can people be?
it gets so frustrating
and I guess that’s something I have to come to grips with
no one’s perfect
and our beliefs reflect that
so why do I even care?
or do I care?
It’s all so confusing
can’t help but ask myself, what’s hurting me?
there’s voices that scream
yelling out the faults of the world
and for some reason I write them down
I think they might be ghost
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
It’s hard to know god
when we are living in hell
trust that there’s a higher power
when people are allowed to use his name to kill
I believe in something
not really sure if I should
little kids are murdered
and our top priority is building a wall?
that crap just feeds racism
does nothing to help victims
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
I had a wonderful girlfriend
she was always so cute
gave me such attitude
told me not to talk down to her
but I couldn’t talk up to her
I was too busy playing with the stars
and she wasn’t really trying to understand me
so I let her go
I had to
because if I didn't
it would of always been me, not her
who was the problem
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
my brother says I listen to too much emo
no, I just relate to emotions better
I don’t put labels on it
so don’t put labels on me
this idea that some people are more special
It’s all bullshit
an illusion
for those that can’t accept reality
here’s one man that rather die poor
because everyone looses their shit
when they get a little bit of attention
and a little bit of cash
I rather be real with me
than have a million reasons why I’m fake
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
yeah, I’m ugly
but I make it look good
I want to feel at my best
or I don’t want to feel at all
baby says it’s so sad
told her she don’t know half
just love me for who I am
and not the past or future
if my mistakes are always judged
I’ll never get away from this stigma
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
voices of the dead echo through my head
telling me it’s better to burn out than to rust
they were better people than I ever could be
I keep holding on to something
I may never have the pleasure of finding
negativity is what I see
from me, and everybody
why can’t I believe,
that maybe there’s a reason for everything?
some things people should just admit
guns kill, rape is real,
government don’t care, and the president’s a dick
I try not to be offensive, but god damn
how ignorant can people be?
it gets so frustrating
and I guess that’s something I have to come to grips with
no one’s perfect
and our beliefs reflect that
so why do I even care?
or do I care?
It’s all so confusing
Published 3rd May 2018
Author's Note
Kind of random thoughts I had.
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