Hating the way you make me feel
Starving for that appeal
You look at me and tell me to deal
None of this is real
The grass is not green
The sky is not blue
Nothing is new
And Haven isn't above
When will we learn the world is lost without love?
This life we have been given is no longer a gift.
More money is all this world has wished.
No longer peace or harmony
Just filled pockets and a long lost memory
It has been this way for a very long time.
The world has no sync and I have misplaced my mind.
Where nothing is perfect and there is no time to unwind
The busy bustling and the dollars rustling
Corruption is the only thing stable
Looking to the world I don't think I am able
I try to be optimistic but it is impractical
When the past being impossible to change, the future is not factual
