You never really saw anything wrong with the world, like the homeless people, durg addicts and the suicidal.
For you everything always seemed so friggin peachy, it's no wonder that you're falling so hard.
Always smiling when this world was set to fail, you never seemed to get the picture.
So here we are in a room of the dead, you're decorating with flowers, I'm cleaning up the mess.
You never seem to see the wrong, only the right, and how you can get better.
Because you never see the homeless people, drug addicts or the suicidal.
All those little red flowers are really blood drops, dripping from the shot right above my heart.
You just think I'm sleeping and how cute I do look, there was never anything wrong in this world.
You're always hoping for the good times, always ignoring the bad, never really knowing just what everything means.
You seem so simple yet I know it takes some nuts to just be able to turn off the news, the violence, and the bloody guts.
There is no such thing as war, no crime called murder, sure there are accidents but never more then a broken finger.
You were always so blind, never seeing anything wrong, like the homeless people, drug addicts and the suicidal.
You've never been to a funeral, worn a black dress, or seen a coffin.
You've grown up in a perfect little world, where things don't go wrong, they just need a little fixing.
Here you go, this is your first sample, just a little taste called life, I'm leaving on a stretcher, and never coming back again.
I hope this is a wake up call that you just can't fix, and that you'll open up your eyes to all the homeless people, drug addicts and suicidals.
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