I don’t like life
It hurts too much
What is the point of living if I can’t do such and such?
Why am I here?
Why do I live?
What does a person like me have to give?
What is the point of carrying on?
So I can sit and write you more depressing songs?
Or tell me please… am I wrong?
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I feel whooped by my own body
I wake in the morning feeling like I have been in a fight
My immune system bites
And I do not like
Life is pain
So is love
Life is Hell
But… Oh Well…
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I lived my life becoming what you wanted me to be
A nothing, a loser, a carer, a woman who lives solitarily
So you can have your nursie when you old become
You hoped I’d have no intelligence; you wanted me to be dumb
But I was bright as a button and I did my lessons well
I wanted children, a family
To you that’s a life of Hell!
So you treated me more cruelly in the hope that I would stay
Because my confidence you’ll shatter, of course I couldn’t stray!
But you didn’t understand solace, with books and with my friends
The internet provided them; they were my god-send
You cursed the day my brother presented me with this
A world full of possibilities, the internet was bliss!
So you tried to make me isolated even more than that
You said you’ll pull the plug September
I was absolutely sure of that
So I left in July and met Paulie
He is the one who set me free
Your cruelty can no longer touch me
For I have woken up you see!
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Nothing screams disease like humans packed into a concrete box
Grey deserts confound even the most cunning fox
Read this and weep for the nature we have lost
Though humanities tears have turned cold like frost
Shall we remember the greener days where all life was one?
Shall we reverse time or is the world done?
You hold the key, yes you little one
One can save the world, even from the numb
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Why are people uncomfortable with good and kind words?
If you say you think they’re pretty they think you quite absurd!
It’s not normal to be so honest and open about all things
To have a child’s innocence as an adult and to say and do good things
You are mad say the onlookers
You are strange say them all
Suspicious eyes glare at you
It is not normal!
You are beautiful says the woman to a lady who served coffee
I’m not gay says the woman and moves away uncomfortably
Neither am I, thinks the woman who is confused by the mood
Was stating this fact to the waitress really so weird and so rude?
I can never understand a world where goodness is almost banned
But not by corrupt politicians, by society and its bland!
How can hurt people heal their wounds if no one accepts kind words?
If people only listen that they instead are turds?
Why is kindness so frowned upon, in a world that needs it most?
I am confused by society when kind people live like ghosts
How can anyone see heaven if they keep themselves in Hell?
Just because they can’t bare kindness, they fear the tricksters spell!
It is stupid and it is deranged to me how billions live this way
It is stupid and it is vile that honesty can’t be displayed
Why is such kindness a hated rotten thing?
It beats me every day to know
I can’t speak of truthful things because people just don’t want to know!
They’d rather you ignore them, than praise them for anything
They react so badly, when their praises you sing makes you feel you’ve done something bad to them, that your kind words to them have sting
Why is the world a positive shunner? Why is negative so normal?
I don’t think I could ever understand a world that wallows in their toils
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The Earth is like a bubble it was never meant to last
So please don’t touch the bubble or it will die in a blast
Be gentle with the bubble, keep it clean and keep it pure
Maybe we will live longer, though we can’t be sure
Life is such a precious thing, yet you treat it without a care
You forget that Earth’s a bubble and that all life is rare
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There is a situation
I want to emblazon
The Earth is beaten
By all of your junk
And it is poisoned
By every substance
That man has made
Earth is digging its grave
And it’s dragging you down
Down to the core
To deterioration
This situation is all of your fault
With this pollution
You need ablutions
Wash it away
Wash the pain away
Wash it all now
Or you will drown
Take a serious approach
Do no more encroach
On this beautiful world
It was paradise once
It was beautiful once
Humanity’s a dunce
Will you join my song?
Will you show that they’re wrong?
Stop polluting the earth
Because we haven’t got long!
Save the Earth
Or it’s the end of this song!
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Gather here all ye witches
Here your sisters cry
There is somebody that I wish would die
They caused me great pain
Great pain in my youth
This is why I call upon my sisters to spill out the truth
Yes I am in agony, the pain it will not cease
I want the one who did this, to suffer if you please
Gather around me brothers, warlocks powerful and strong
Please ring out the vengeance spell and chant your wicked songs
The pot is ready and boiling over
The ingredients are at the helm
Ready to be stirred with the powers sent from the darkest realms
Here is an eye of evil
A toad foot and some flax
A vile of baby blood and a ruby dressed in wax
Here is some boiled candy to make the vengeance sweet
And with a chunk of lead and graveyard dirt the spell is near complete
I stir the mixture, I stir it well
I stir with all the forces of darkness and of Hell
I add a little tincture of Angelica root
And from the cauldron fire, some ashes and some wood
There completes the vengeance spell
Now chant brothers and sisters, chant for Hell
You have crossed our sister
Who was a mild child
You caused her pain and grief
Until it sent her wild
You turned a good heart bad
With your evil deeds
Now with Hell by her side
You will surely grieve
Father of Hell unite with us your loyal folk
And douse her enemies with viles of poisoned yolk
Drown their soul in agony and despair
Make the vengeance sweet
And make it also fair
We hum an ancient tune
That will gather all our verve
We stir the pot
With the life that you deserve
Feel the power of the darkness
Feel it biting through
For we have had enough of the very likes of you
Here ye dark angels sing
The bell of vengeance ring
Oh ye witches sing
Here comes the wicked king
All ye darkest powers
Grow and grow and grow
Fill this soul with sorrow, fill it with woe
Oh ye ancient powers
Here our calls
Devour this enemy
Help us with their fall
The spell is done
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I have a wonderful home where the butterfly roam and the trees are purple and gold
I have a small garden fragrant and sweet, where silver geese have overflown
There is lavender blue and forget me nots too and the wine comes straight from the vine
I sit and I knit with cobwebs I’ve picked, laced with dew and I think life is fine
How the laughter of summer gives us all good cheer and warms us straight to the bone
I sit and I ponder about life beyond yonder and I can’t ever leave this home
For it is said there, that life is cold and without care
That people laden forests with chrome
They have not a good thought about what will be fraught of the animals they have to rehome
I cannot yet see, how life can be, as cold and cruel as it is there
I cannot imagine life within margins where everything is ripped bare
I don’t believe it’s true, I bet neither can you
Those creatures can be so mean
It must be a story for there is no glory in living life that demeans
So I sit in wonder at that awful place
It can’t be real I say
For surely intelligent creatures can see the damage of what they take away?
Life can never be that way
I think here I am meant to stay
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