A song I just wrote. Soori. I cant blog if the wir…

A song I just wrote.

Soori. I cant blog if the wireless system keep going down. So, heres a quickie….
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Title : Missing word

The world isn’t a Jail cell,
But it feels like one.
Everyone trying to sell
The things they thought they won.

Could we be hypocrites?
Disciples of our parent’s moral standings,
Philosophy from crappy textbooks,
Stereotyped to the brim.

But,
Reality will catch up eventually,
Until one day,
There’s nothing left to face
And emptiness is everything…

Prehistoric paintings on the walls,
Many depicts ancient wars,
But why is history repeating,
Are we ever thinking?

We learnt how to breathe,
But we forgot how to live.
Reset sad reminders, looking for a sign,
Telling themselves that “everything’s alrite”

But,
Reality will catch up eventually,
Until one day,
There’s nothing left to face
And emptiness is everything…
(Lead…)

And the word missing from the stars above-
Could it be love?
Could it be love?
Pls. Dun let it be love.

The lyrics are crappy for a song. But this is how I feel bout the world.

Rock on.

~ by eclecticderby on July 27, 2005.