Content warning! Contains themes of hopelessness and death.
I Want To Make A Difference...
The hopelessness seeps through
What can a single person even do?
My ideals call for me to make a difference
But in reality, I'm made of a frail substance
The opposition always seems to bring me down
I always feel like such an utter clown
Cause I say it's time for change
But it's not something I can arrange
The defeat and the pain
How do you live with the shame?
My sisters are out there dying
Yet I'm on the floor just crying
I'd wish that someone would take over
While my corpse keeps getting colder
But there is no one who can pick up the fight
It all ends in massive genocide
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