What Must I Be
I'm a lonely little girl
Waiting in this lonely room
Waiting for my turn to die
I don't understand this world
Everything has to be so devastating
And yet; not so depressing
When will my time come
The fate of the world is near
Will I be here when it tears and cries
What am I/Am I what I must be
What is the real truth
Am I/Must be an alien
I'm unreal;has no feeling-no word
No sort of speak or so to speak
I'm not real
I'm a figment of everyone's imagination
No perfect type or imperfect type
Why; in this glass ball called earth
Why put here and not there
Waiting in this lonely room
Waiting for my turn to die
I don't understand this world
Everything has to be so devastating
And yet; not so depressing
When will my time come
The fate of the world is near
Will I be here when it tears and cries
What am I/Am I what I must be
What is the real truth
Am I/Must be an alien
I'm unreal;has no feeling-no word
No sort of speak or so to speak
I'm not real
I'm a figment of everyone's imagination
No perfect type or imperfect type
Why; in this glass ball called earth
Why put here and not there
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