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Its just another illusion,
is what you keep tellin yourself,
why is this world so calm,
when we all need so much help,
its not somethin were worried about,
the problem gets put up on the shelf,
we live in such a cold world,
but were really headin for hell,
we come into this world crying,
but we have no fears,
death is inevitable,
its just a matter of "how many years?",
how many breaths we take,
til our last ones up,
when u laugh your last laugh,
theres no more life in your cup,
theres a purpose for everyone,
but sometimes its just not achieved,
you die thinkin ur a failure,
if you just woulda believed,
they say death gotta be easy,
cuz life is hard,
death can be either of the two,
its a matter of how you play your card,
sometimes we get too caught up in it,
and in the heat of the moment,
we resort to drugs and violence,
but does that really solve it,
never say words you dont mean,
cuz you cant retract them,
then the one you "hate" dies,
now how you think u gonna react then,
were stuck in this time continuum,
and it can only be ended by one,
not by the finger of the person,
squeezin the trigger, releasin,
the bullet from the gun,
god is love, love is peace,
and peace keeps the world grounded,
"why do i feel so lonely?",
"...when im completely surrounded",
by human beings, tryna make due,
too proud to ever ask for help,
its just another illusion,
is what you keep tellin yourself.