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The worlds full of crap
And the worlds full of crap
Drop the act
For a fact
We’ve all got to live
Like a div
Every so often
Every so often
I look outside
I go to try
I have the strive
But it’s wearisome
Oh these days
I feel old
I feel dazed
What a craze
Is what they say
It’s a craze
To be alive
A crave to consume
A crave to feel the doom
Of this tomb
That you see
You see where I’m going?
You see how I’m staying?
I’m staying not living
In this craze
We’ve been given
Oh where can I go?
For I do not know
This world is a very crazy place
Drop the act
For a fact
We’ve all got to live
Like a div
Every so often
Every so often
I look outside
I go to try
I have the strive
But it’s wearisome
Oh these days
I feel old
I feel dazed
What a craze
Is what they say
It’s a craze
To be alive
A crave to consume
A crave to feel the doom
Of this tomb
That you see
You see where I’m going?
You see how I’m staying?
I’m staying not living
In this craze
We’ve been given
Oh where can I go?
For I do not know
This world is a very crazy place
Published 1st Apr 2024
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2nd Apr 2024 6:15am
Amen to this. I sometimes wonder if I'm going crazy or the world is going crazy.
I came too the conclusion it's the world (I sometimes think I'm too old for this shit too)
I came too the conclusion it's the world (I sometimes think I'm too old for this shit too)
2nd Apr 2024 11:07am
2nd Apr 2024 12:57pm
I feel like there should be a *mic drop* at the end of this, so much energy in this one.
