We live in a world so cruel
They only see your mistakes
You'll never know who's true
You're always surrounded with fakes

Sometimes you want to stop
To stop breathing and living
Where is the happiness?
It died by people lying

Lies, cruelty, and madness
Why are there such things?
Maybe life would've been better
But war is what it brings

How do we stop this?
This untuned and messy treble?
The sad thing is we can't
Some things are inevitable

There is no utopia
No such thing as perfect life
So we all end up raising our hands
Holding a pitchfork, a razor, a knife

We want to escape this war zone
The only way is death
But is ending a life worth it?
Life is better that ending your breath

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I don't know why but I love Utopia, even though it doesn't exist. ❤️

Z