I sat on the stair-case third from the bottom.
The worlds beauty is nothing but a blurr,
The rain and thunder has lost its touch.
The grass only feels like sharpend knifes on the ground now,
but we still run in circles.
Pointing our heads up to the sky waiting for an answer,
an answer of truth because life is nothing but a lie.
Take this paint brush and paint a picture,
a picture of what life used to be.
Cropses are floating in the ocean
and blood is filling up our sea.
Sit on your step and look up little girl,
shut up and dont say a word,
you know you wont be heard.
 
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