Life is like a serious game,
Others have a way of playing it.
Living hard on the streets
Like fast cars going to crash
And crash they do.
Living hard for life,
Others crash like kings
Having lived for the moments.
The more they see, the less they know
Loaded with a natural drug,
Some people fall into the bagg like fish.
The paths they choose for themselves.
The world is like a trap that makes it hard to live,
You see things that you shouldn't sometimes.
Like a human devoured alive.
A person looses their mind to something the world put in their way.
Maybe something said
Something done at a time.
One totally looses it with his life.
Her innocence
Hate is born, like a child loved by many.
Its all around
Many cries have left me
Thinking of it like a friend who won't go away.
When will we have the promised world?
The future like in televisions?
The life of the living?
Cause we live like corpses.
Walking dead everytime you walking out your house.
Walking dead is you name around.
No trust.
Maybe that's life.
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