World War Me

by Curtis Young   May 27, 2019


This is world war me,
What's left of my life to salvage?
Will I ever be free?
At least neither side has an advantage.

Put this gun to my head,
Paint the wall with my brain.
Just fill myself with lead,
Least then I won't be in this pain.

This is world war me,
This stuffs worse than Napalm,
Will this ever let me be,
Feels like each sides ready to fire a nuclear bomb.

Stick me behind bars,
I'll turn it all to debris.
You know this'll leave scars,
This is world war me.

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