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Green grass everywhere,
The air being clean as if it was filtered,
Not a single flower was wilted,
That's how I pictured it,
I'll never get see it for myself though,
Other than what the few books on the shelf show,
Maybe one day I'll get to gaze out the window,
Blaze up and then daze waving my neighbor up,
See the light of a new day,
And wonder what will come my way,
It's just nice to be outside, some will say,
But it's distant,
It's hard to be optimistic, cause we missed it,
We literally went ballistic,
Trying to make it seem better instead,
We threw the monkey wrench in it ourselves,
And doomed us all together,
Still don't know what it means when I hear the phase,
The grass on the other side is greener,
Know what I mean?
I try to make the most of what I've got,
Which ain't a lot,
Not too many options to provoke my thought,
The rest pray for an answer to why it happened,
Are we damned?
Again and again they ask,
With no reply.
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Maybe the sun will shine,
On what we've become,
Maybe the moon will rise again
To show us the way home,
Maybe I'll be around to see us live a better way,
Maybe the sun will shine again someday
 

Remind me why they say that clouds have a silver lining,
Is it a lie or is there actually truth behind it?
I've gotta know,
Sometimes I feel like crawling out of my hole,
But' is it worth it?
And, will I succumb to the monsters on the surface?
What's the purpose?
I feel that I deserve to know the reason that we living on Earth,
And what had birthed us,
Did it desert us or curse us?
Are we just the worst of the first of our kind to bring the World to hurting?
in regards of the stories that my pops used to tell us,
Of how they was lost and they was careless,
Seemed like a fairy tale,
Reeked with every failed attempt,
That brought us closer to hell or so to speak,
I just wished open eyes were the ones in control,
But since they weren't,
We got burnt and sent down below
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I try to cope, slipping towards the end of the rope,
My scenery adds the soap
Everyday is like a struggle for hope,
But there's no light to this tunnel we in,
I got time.
Stuck living with the minimum,
And where do I start to believe that it's a good life,
And keep from slacking,
Trying hard to get a little to sleep at night, then wake back up.
For what?
Should I think I'm lucky cause I've got my health?
Destroying that shit right now with cigarettes because I think that helps,
With contagious depression all around,
And stale cold underground air bites,
Until it brings you down.
And can't fight it.
Fuck it, enough of it.
And don't think I won't act up,
I'm not better than that and I'm not above it.
So the forecast looks cloudy this week,