They won't give peace a chance..
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Misanthropy..
I don't know how to start.
I've been out from it for too long. Out from life itself.
I don't know how to act, I'm not human anymore. I don't count.
The sadness I bring myself by my constant presence, is too freakin' hard to explain.
Misanthropy is my new name, and I don't know how to erase it.
I've been out from it for too long. Out from life itself.
I don't know how to act, I'm not human anymore. I don't count.
The sadness I bring myself by my constant presence, is too freakin' hard to explain.
Misanthropy is my new name, and I don't know how to erase it.
Final moment.
I'll tell you what the end of the world will be like.
It will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. Absolute chaos.
People running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway,
phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards,
thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes.
All of them trying to tell someone else,
It's not the end of the world yet, but don't wait until then to tell them.
The worst thing isn't the end of the world.
It's what you didn't finish - what you didn't say when you had the chance.
...
I want that night where we laid in your bed with nervous hands.
Our shoulder touched.
You kissed me and I couldn't stop smiling.
Our shoulder touched.
You kissed me and I couldn't stop smiling.
