You're so stupid, oh so dumb, we're so useless and naïve and feeling so numb— Death's at our doors and we can't even stop it, misery's our friend and we're dumb to deny it— Depression is our company when we're always so down, feelin' so lonely— there's a cloud over my head pouring the tears of the dead, my own voice is the thunder and yet I constantly wonder— That boy's so in pain and that girl's too deranged— We're all pawns in a game God had to create and we wander around the chessboard of fate— we're gone in one sigh, in the throes of death, because even He can't hold his breath— Sweeped away by the breath of decay and toiling over our own sudden graves— We're welcomed by the roots of the earth, the final stage of life, but it's the start of another birth— Flowers of the dead bloom in our wake, but the petals won't rise (please don't) for our sake— trapped in the soil even the roots will recoil from our stench of betrayal and wretched human scents— Life was a game we were so stupid to play.
Wow This is beyond amazing. It's so simple and accurate, yet till mysterious. This basically a definition of life. Life is a game. Are you going to take writing up as an occupation, or is it just a hobby? I think you a magnificent writer and should do this as a living.
I'm too young to publish my own books, but I'm thinking of taking it up as a job option in the future! Thanks! :> This isn't an 'improper' song, lmfao. It isn't even a song. In all honesty I don't even know what it is. XD
You're never too young. An eight year old published her own book, but it was a picture book. It still counts though! No one is never too young or too old. Age is only but a number.