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I cannot be loved,

by a world so cold.

I hate the flashing lights,

and the force of control.

Confused with anger,

and peace to man kind.

It's easy to get up,

and leave all this behind.

Get this shit out of my face,

it robs me,

for every cent I own.

Fuck the free world,

man,

I need a place to call my own.

I need space,

to live with my family,

and people to call friends.

But everyone's busy,

playing hide and seek...

waiting for the day,

this will all end.

So come and tell me,

you need more drugs...

what the hell you think,

I'm waiting on all you thugs!

I wait all alone,

in my lonely,

cold room.

I'm sitting in the dark,

hoping a flower will bloom...

soon.