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LiFE iSNT EASY

iTS A NEVER ENDiNG GAME

EVERYDAY...

THEiR LiFE STAYS THE SAME



ONLY SOME PEOPLE SEE iT

THOSE ARE THE ONES THAT THiNK

THERE THE ONES STARiNG OUT THE WiNDOW

WASHiNG DiSHES iN THE KiTCHEN SiNK



THEY HAVE ALL THE TiME iN THE WORLD

TO FiGURE OUT THiS NEVER ENDiNG GAME

THEY GO TO SCHOOL LOOKiNG UP AT THEiR TEACHER

THiNKiNG THAT SCHOOL iS LAME



THEY GO HOME AND JUST SiT iN THEiR ROOM

LiSTENiNG TO MUSiC, NOT SAYiNG A SOUND

ALL DAY EVERYDAY

YOU'D NEVER KNOW WHEN THERE AROUND



THEY CONFORM TO THE WALL

BASiCALLY STANDiNG THERE TRYiNG TO HiDE

THEY DONT WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THEM

WHY WOULD THEY WANT SOMEONE TO BE ON THERE SiDE



THEY DONT HAVE WiLL POWER

THESE PEOPLE DONT HAVE A HEART

iTS NOT THEiR FAULT...

LETS GO BACK AND LOOK AT THE START



THERE PARENTS BEAT THEM DOWN

THEN THEY'D GO TO SCHOOL

GETTiNG BULLiED

BY THE WORLD THAT iS TOO CRUEL



THEY'D COME HOME

AND HAVE TO DO ALL THE CHORES

THEY'D HAVE TO WASH EVERYTHiNG

THEN SWEEP THE FLOORS



THEY'D GET YELLED AT

NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY

THEiR ALWAYS WRONG

EVERY SiNGLE DAY



THERES NOT MUCH A LiTTLE CHiLD CAN DO

THEY CANT FiGHT THE WORLD ALONE

THEY HAVE TO BE THEiR OWN BAND

MARCHiNG TO THEiR OWN TONE



THEY NEVER HAD A CHOiCE

NEVER EVEN HAD A FiGHTiNG CHANCE

NEVER DiD ANYONE CARE

NO ONE EVER GAVE THEM ONE GLANCE



THEiR HURTiNG iNSiDE

ALL THEY WANTED WAS TO FEEL LOVED

BUT NOW iTS THE END FOR THEM

THEY GOT THEiR LAST AND FiNAL SHOVE