Feeling the way I feel
Not knowing who to turn to
Wondering if there's a point
To all this madness around me
People run rampant throughout
Acting like chickens without heads
Causing so much chaos
No one's left to clean it up
A world full of trash
Trash people and their things
Scattered all over
Yet forgotten it's their home
Knowing all this madness around me
Knowing there's no point
I wonder who I can turn to
Try and express the way I feel
About the Creator
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