Chorus: This is the hate of the world this is the lies of the loved Nothing matters, never did Drink away, watch the days go by Throw your money out the window The living was all was dead Images of love are only in the young one's head Chorus: this is the hate of the world This is the lies of the loved Is this your so-called fantasy Or your so-called love world And nothing mattered, it was all wrong Messed up this time Now Chorus:
Reason for writing:
This is one of the newest poems that i'v wrote. There's not as much love in these new poem. I'm Geting sick of love. By all the poem tittles that are new there is two words and they are New Times. That's what i'm calling this bunch of poems, enjoy!
Birth sign: Virgo
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