GET OVER IT

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Your heart is broken
They tore it apart
While a glass bottle flies
At a small childs head
You feel out of place
No one gives you space
While a cigarette butt
melts on someones skin
You think your life is bad
Full of pain and sorrow
Well. . .
GET OVER IT
Someone's enslaved
Someone's homeless
Someone's been beaten for no reason
You have a house
You have a family
You have everything
Yet all you do is cry & push reality away
Fine. . .
Weep in self-sorrow
Push me away
Just remember
You have it all
But they have none





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