Mostly Dead (mostlydead) wrote,
Mostly Dead
mostlydead

there was a time

feeling bloated, tired and old
maybe my heart just has a cold
feeling wasted, bought and sold
maybe my mind just did as it was told

years of following voices inside
leaves me here alone
to share, it seems, i must be denied
this world is not my home

years of laughing at conformity
leaves me here lonely
to share, it seems, i cannot be free
this world was not meant for me

for i do not want to lie
i do not want to hide love inside
i do not want to put on a smile
when my species defiles
ideals like integrity
compassion and honesty
ideals like brotherhood
are sold like firewood
and burned in raging fires
of long repressed desires
do you know what is real?
do you know how you feel?

when was the last time you did something
that someone told you not to do
just because you believed in something
just because it was you

when was the last time you thought about life
as something more than what you want
when was the last time you looked around
and saw more than just what you want

words have become weak and watered down
truth has become meaningless here
love is a song for a laugh or a frown
but no longer felt as sincere
are we too wrapped up in fear
to care, to share, to hear
emo children lost in despair
might as well disappear

there was a time i believed in a dream
before it was packaged and sold
now i believe nothing is as it seems
feeling bloated, tired and old
maybe my heart just has a cold
feeling wasted, bought and sold
maybe my mind just did as it was told
growing bloated, tired and old
growing bloated, tired and old
feeling bloated, tired and old
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