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Can't Change No Matter What
The fucking anger controls everything in
him because he was raised that way,
he cannot change no matter what.
he can try all he wants but he's been trying
for son ling that hope for him is gone foever
and he can't do a fucking thing about it.
He cannot show Love just a depressed side of him
to a girl that he spilled to,
and she fucking threw it in his face.
The evil has shown and wants to feed on the negative energy he'll have forever, he wants to love so fucking bad.
Everyone thinks he's to young but he grew up earlier that any
of them and knows how it works,
they may think they know him but they don't know shit
and never will until that evil has gone.
The day he dies that evil will lay in that coffin with
him and feed of the decaying flesh and bones of
his body that never lived,
it just had exact similarities as the people around him.
If the evil will not leave him,
then why the fuck is he still walking around acting
like the people he passes every surpassing wasted day.
I'm dead and im writing what i once was and wish to
have always been,
i wished i had felt that love i showed to so many people.
him because he was raised that way,
he cannot change no matter what.
he can try all he wants but he's been trying
for son ling that hope for him is gone foever
and he can't do a fucking thing about it.
He cannot show Love just a depressed side of him
to a girl that he spilled to,
and she fucking threw it in his face.
The evil has shown and wants to feed on the negative energy he'll have forever, he wants to love so fucking bad.
Everyone thinks he's to young but he grew up earlier that any
of them and knows how it works,
they may think they know him but they don't know shit
and never will until that evil has gone.
The day he dies that evil will lay in that coffin with
him and feed of the decaying flesh and bones of
his body that never lived,
it just had exact similarities as the people around him.
If the evil will not leave him,
then why the fuck is he still walking around acting
like the people he passes every surpassing wasted day.
I'm dead and im writing what i once was and wish to
have always been,
i wished i had felt that love i showed to so many people.
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