I walk along a dusty road

With my head down to the ground.

This used to be a peaceful town,

Where beautiful marvelous things growed.

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I kick and drag my feet, not much energy left.

Sore losers they lost the bet.

THEY abandoned me in this dust,

They’ll be happy with some new object of lust.

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Not for me, I dont want that life.

They’d never love, only bring struggle and strife.

They did me a favor.

Glad i found out now rather than later.

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This is where WE all end up.

The “weak, pour souls, the forgotten”

BUt WE are strong, we have our morals, our golden cup.

We are not the ones to soo fall to the bottom.

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I keep walking, others walk by as well.

We all search for our own direction,

Trying to find a way through this earth-based hell.

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