The pain of birthing this world is not mine
but it's not yours either so why do you cry?
You drive around in your fancy cars with a smile
living fancy and living large on other people's dime
Your crocodile tears certainly don't move me
your mouth spews out words that'll never set me free.
Your vacant eyes are broken mirrors that can't show
if within your tanned manicured carcass lives a soul.
And as I sit here writing these simple words from the heart
I finally realize that we are absolutely worlds apart.
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