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Jordazjc
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I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote some lyrics to ease my mind.
Any opinion you could give, whether you think it could be better, think it should be changed, hate it, or love it, is appreciated.
As of now, I don't have a name for it, although I doubt it would be hard to come up with one.
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Why are we so simple?
But why are we so hard to read?
Why do we try to become so strong,
When wounds will always bleed?
And why do we protest so damn much,
When human nature is so hard to feed?
Oh why,
Why are we?
Who are we to say what’s in the shadows,
When none have the light to see?
Who are we to say our cause is just,
When we can kill another so easily?
And who are we to ask these things,
When we as humans just exist to be?
Oh, who,
Who are we?
When will we stop to look at life,
And see nothing but beauty?
When will we stop our trigger fingers,
And live upon this earth peacefully?
And when will we stop running for that goal,
And live with what we have happily,
Oh, when,
When will we?
Where will we all go on the day,
When our hatred leaves no place to be?
Where will we one day belong,
When we dismiss everything we can’t see?
And where will you be years from now,
When you live as you did previously?
Oh, where,
Where will you be?
What is the point in searching endlessly for meaning,
When you’re never truly happy?
What is the point in tryin’ to make those around you
See the way you see?
And what are we as humans to love a select few,
Yet kill others so eagerly?
Oh, what,
What are we?
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And that's it. Opinions would be appreciated.
Any opinion you could give, whether you think it could be better, think it should be changed, hate it, or love it, is appreciated.
As of now, I don't have a name for it, although I doubt it would be hard to come up with one.
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Why are we so simple?
But why are we so hard to read?
Why do we try to become so strong,
When wounds will always bleed?
And why do we protest so damn much,
When human nature is so hard to feed?
Oh why,
Why are we?
Who are we to say what’s in the shadows,
When none have the light to see?
Who are we to say our cause is just,
When we can kill another so easily?
And who are we to ask these things,
When we as humans just exist to be?
Oh, who,
Who are we?
When will we stop to look at life,
And see nothing but beauty?
When will we stop our trigger fingers,
And live upon this earth peacefully?
And when will we stop running for that goal,
And live with what we have happily,
Oh, when,
When will we?
Where will we all go on the day,
When our hatred leaves no place to be?
Where will we one day belong,
When we dismiss everything we can’t see?
And where will you be years from now,
When you live as you did previously?
Oh, where,
Where will you be?
What is the point in searching endlessly for meaning,
When you’re never truly happy?
What is the point in tryin’ to make those around you
See the way you see?
And what are we as humans to love a select few,
Yet kill others so eagerly?
Oh, what,
What are we?
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And that's it. Opinions would be appreciated.