It's simple really...I pick up my guitar, spill my guts and soul into a song i create on acoustic guitar, I pick up my phone, record it, and post it...these son
When did this world decide, to let this shit ride, How did these people grow so damn cold, when did we lose our pride, spoken then lied, why do these people buy until their sold
Time to look at ourselves when wrong
Quickly correct what we knew all along
It could be the last time you say goodbye
You'll ask yourself and question yourself why
Your last words to them of them were blame
Divided, united and ashamed
The girl, the one who was teased, for clothing so cheap, but suffering is all that she knows of life, she was bullied to death, she had nothing left then one day decided to take her final breathe
Time to look at ourselves when wrong
Quickly correct what we knew all along
It could be the last time you say goodbye
Youll ask yourself and question yourself why
Your last words to them of them were blame
Divided, united and ashamed
