The World.

I'm sick of the way people think,
No one has an imagination.
I'm sick of what you wear,
No one can be themselves.

The sky is darker,
Like when the rain starts pouring down.
Really the world is just upset,
That it's dying because of the people who live in it.

I'd be crying to,
As I look at our "role-models".
All I see is someone faking,
They're not real.

Their soul was sold to society,
To make everyone feel bad.
The way people are broken,
Their bodies giving up.

Nobody wants to die,
Yet everyone who welcomes it are happier.
You can't be happy,
When the world is dying.

Smothering air,
It's not clean anymore.
Dark skies,
I haven't seen a blue one in years.

Hidden in the dark,
The sun will go out.
Blown out like a candle,
I'm tired of everyone killing this beautiful place we live on.

Our animals,
Are even dying.
No one has the heart,
To take a stand.

I'm sick of everyone running,
Like a cowardly mouse.
No one is a predator anymore,
Just a coward hiding in their dens.