Its funny how
We would still hoping for sunrise
to replace the moon
When the shines of the moon isn't enough
to fulfill our hopeless needs
This world is a madness
it pushes us right to the end
While we seeking in our pleasure
the why's and how's keep creeping in
Questioning our past
and deciding our future
It is still funny
Where dime is not for needs,
it is for greed.
Full of shiny things
But the sparkle isn't there
When you seek for attention and not for passion
You only live when you feel it.
We all are actually dying
Since all we have is price,
and not pride.
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