Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Pwb0581- nowhere by paul bundren

It is hard to say things right
Every night there is a fight
We can't work it out
We are worn out
Thrown out of our hearts desire
Dreams shattered
Our brains are scattered
Our lives are served on a silver platter
Promises broken
Lives are shoken
What is said is spoken
Now we can't go back
We're going nowhere now
This is so messed up
Why do we live this way
Why do we have to hurt each other
Can we love eachother


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