We are not living,
We are alive,
Slowly breathing the airs of this world,
In full attempt to fake every evidence of our death.
The only time we are truly living is when
We dream some obscure future.
God gave us our life,
Asked us to live, work, and forever move,
But some people hold us hostage,
With God-complex in their hearts,
They claim they do us right,
Yet they cut our oxygen for life.
That is why I cannot breathe,
I want to breathe,
Let me breathe,
Somebody please help me breathe,
Get me out of my prison
Take me away from my jailers
Who refuse to do me justice!
We are alive,
Slowly breathing the airs of this world,
In full attempt to fake every evidence of our death.
The only time we are truly living is when
We dream some obscure future.
God gave us our life,
Asked us to live, work, and forever move,
But some people hold us hostage,
With God-complex in their hearts,
They claim they do us right,
Yet they cut our oxygen for life.
That is why I cannot breathe,
I want to breathe,
Let me breathe,
Somebody please help me breathe,
Get me out of my prison
Take me away from my jailers
Who refuse to do me justice!
© A Furious Child
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