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The Pessimists Win

Throwing you life away
Sniffing away your pain
Tomorrow it'll be another rainy day right
Why not feel a little happier today then
What if the world were made of clay instead of the intangent and unreal material
Denying reality, what's wrong with humanity

Inspired by a book you read, going out of your way to help humanity keep its head
Disappointed in the path we led
It's exactly as the pessimists said
Don't keep trying, the future is dead

You chose this art when you chose to depart
You didn't want to be a part
You wanted to stay apart
Do you see what I'm getting at?
You threw your dart, but you missed by a lot
Instead it landed in the garbage cart
No good it did like the pessimists bid

Crying, crying and breaking down every time more idiots take the crown
In the palm of their hands we'll surely drown
Who's going to save us and our town
Even the clowns can't lift up our stubborn frowns

Yesterday it drizzled, today it rained
Tomorrow surely it'll pour
Nothing good is waiting at the door
Locked inside with your powder and what it's for
You don't feel like trying anymore
Everything you hoped for landed in the garbage bin
Up to the heavens you cry, why did the pessimists win?




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