Hypocrite
It only takes a day
To feel how I feel
The smallest ounce of betrayl
A pint of stife
Pounds of depression
Cup of depression
Gallon of Rage
Mix it all together
And what do you get
Nothing short
Of broken dreams
A fragile heart
Cold touch
Lack of motivation
Eternal lonliness
Happiness
A temporary illusion
Whats the point
In trying to change the hearts
Of those who see no hope
When the writer feels the same
I preach about changing destiny
When mind is a one path road
To feel how I feel
The smallest ounce of betrayl
A pint of stife
Pounds of depression
Cup of depression
Gallon of Rage
Mix it all together
And what do you get
Nothing short
Of broken dreams
A fragile heart
Cold touch
Lack of motivation
Eternal lonliness
Happiness
A temporary illusion
Whats the point
In trying to change the hearts
Of those who see no hope
When the writer feels the same
I preach about changing destiny
When mind is a one path road
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