The city is wearing me down...

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The nameless people who constantly are trying to take advantage of whomever they can just to benefit themselves.

Maybe it’s all completely insignificant,
The way I carry myself through the day,
The capacity of my soul pines,
It begins to rain, rain, rain,
Pouring like buckets tipped over,
While on the concrete lay,
The empty casing, hung over,
Of death approaching the fray.

We want to end the hunger,
We want to strike the enemy.
We want to end the hunger,
We want to strike the enemy.

It’s hard to place an ultimatum,
On approaching sympathy,
But heart strings would break under,
The weight of absent empathy.

Strain harder, until the blood vessels break,
Lend the patience, while they just take it and rape.

Looks tell the tales of desolation,
Everyone here on the street,
Would take everything if I let them,
And leave me with nothing.

Strain harder, until the blood vessels break,
Lend the patience, while they just take it and rape.
City strangers, and a glass of reality.

We want to end the hunger,
We want to strike the enemy.
We try to end the hunger,
We get struck by the enemy.