Why do humans love pain and misery yet pray for love and happiness
Why do we have to be materialistic and still feel emptiness
Why do we buy poison for our brain and we know its addicting
We can't blame anybody when we knew the proof was in the pudding
If we could go back and do it over would we still pick the life not so appealing
Tired of seeing lives trapped in there own hell with their demons
Or writing addresses marked department of corrections
I pray our next generation figures it out and makes a connection
©droneking
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