Stolen Innocense
Innocent is what we were.
Evil is what they made us be.
Why have we lost all of our innocense?
You pushed me so suffer the consequence.
Run my life.
Make me hate.
Pull my strings.
Decide my fate.
Why do you push me?
You try to mold me to be who?
It's allright if you hate me.
Can't you see I hate you.
You push me.
Try to turn me into what you want me to be.
Then you stole my innocense.
Now I'm dirty.
Now I'm mean.
Now I'm dying.
Never again will I be clean.
Evil is what they made us be.
Why have we lost all of our innocense?
You pushed me so suffer the consequence.
Run my life.
Make me hate.
Pull my strings.
Decide my fate.
Why do you push me?
You try to mold me to be who?
It's allright if you hate me.
Can't you see I hate you.
You push me.
Try to turn me into what you want me to be.
Then you stole my innocense.
Now I'm dirty.
Now I'm mean.
Now I'm dying.
Never again will I be clean.
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