The day I decided to be nice
the world stopped being wise.
Laughed at the way I saw the world.
Maybe their vision was weak and
the mind was not matured.
They would still judge and laugh at people
and say bad about me when I turn.
I hope their filthy souls blaze in hell and
never return.
I'd still be nice and give them a
glimmering smile, as my soul is a
wanderer and has traveled the
purest miles.
the world stopped being wise.
Laughed at the way I saw the world.
Maybe their vision was weak and
the mind was not matured.
They would still judge and laugh at people
and say bad about me when I turn.
I hope their filthy souls blaze in hell and
never return.
I'd still be nice and give them a
glimmering smile, as my soul is a
wanderer and has traveled the
purest miles.
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