Nothing's happening, I don't know why,
Sometimes I wish I could break down and cry,
People are dying and no one cares,
All of this I see, in my nightmares.

I see pools of blood and scars there too,
As if people care, yeah right, how about you?
I know I don't, so why even try,
All that's gonna happen is I'm gonna die.

Why do you act like this, why are you here?
I know that you'd rather be drinking a beer,
I'm sinking slowly, in my own pain,
It's gonna be hard, and then it'll rain.

People are shooting other people in the head,
And most of those people wish they were dead,
Not everyone wants to live,
There's not much more that they can give.

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