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I Know that I'm Vain...
But, I just can't make the pain go away...
My Life is filled with lies..
Now, I just want to die...
My Emotions are full of hate..
Knowing her was my mistake...
or Maybe it was just my Fate..
Sometimes I Feel so dead..
or maybe it's all in my head..
I knew her too well..
Now, I Feel like I've been to hell...
I Know she doesn't care..
She would just sit there and stare...
When I see her i just want to cry...
With every tear in my eyes...
I just want to say good bye...
Waiting for my time to die...

anger is not love
anger is driking
anger is killing someone
anger one thing never do
love, anger love not anger
anger is ramming you head throug a glass door

when your are man you do stupid things
stupid things that are stupid
when mad you dont feel nuthing
anger we all have
anger you cant change

when mad stays
stay away from everyone
anger can kill because you do stupid things
when mad sleep
anger just anger
ANGER

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Got to open our minds.....,
To the Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ....,
It's been growing for centuries....,
The Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ....! ! !

Just can't seem to escape....,
From the Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ....,
It'll stalk you and kill you...,
The Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ....! ! !

Some don't believe it....,
The Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ....,
And many can't see it....,
The Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ...! ! !

Most religions forbid it....,
The Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ....,
Yet radicals live with it...,
The Culture Of VIOLENCE ....! ! !

Where will it lead us....? ? ?
Can we let it progress...? ? ?
Cause it will never make sense.....,
The Evil Culture Of VIOLENCE ...! ! !

Life sucks.
People suck.
Because...

You'll always find a hair in your food,
A black speck in your water.
Half a worm in your apple,
And you'll notice a spider on your ceiling,
At three 'o clock in the morning,
When a strange noise wakes you up,
Four hours before your alarm will go off,
While you were in a deep sleep...

People will always flip you off,
Even though they were in the wrong.

Enemies hate you.
Strangers hate you.
And at least every one of your friends has hated you.

There will always be someone better than you...
Skinnier than you,
Prettier than you,
Nicer and funnier than you,
And they will have a better butt, all at the same time.

It will rain at least once, on your birthday.
You will stub your toe at least once a month,
Embarrass yourself about twice a week,
And will step in dog poop...about 50 more times before you die.

Your heart will be smashed.
You'll pick up the pieces,
Tape it back together,
And try to live your life like nothing happened...
You'll turn the corner...
And someone will yet again break your heart.
This time you won't want to pick up the pieces.
But you will.

You will be called names,
Stabbed in the back,
And talked about-
By strangers retelling a funny story
about someone they saw step in dog poop.

And by your closest friends.

People you love will die.
You will cry alone in a public place,
And no one will ask you what is wrong.


But honestly?
Life sucks.
People suck.
The world sucks...

Somehow it got into my room.
I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped.
It was nothing more than a frightened animal.
Since than I raised it up.
I kept it for myself, kept it in my room,
kept it for its own good.
I named the animal, My Life.
I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands.
I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep.
And the animal, in my love, my constant care,
grew up to be strong, and capable of many clever tricks.
One day, quite recently,
I was running my hand over the animal's side
and I came to understand
that it could very easily kill me.
I realized, further, that it would kill me.
This is why it exists, why I raised it.
Since then I have not known what to do.
I stopped feeding it,
only to find that its growth
has nothing to do with food.
I stopped cleaning it
and found that it cleans itself.
I stopped singing it to sleep
and found that it falls asleep faster without my song.
I don't know what to do.
I no longer make My Life do tricks.
I leave the animal alone
and, for now, it leaves me alone, too.
I have nothing to say, nothing to do.
Between My Life and me,
a silence is coming.
Together, we will not get through this.