The Old And The Decieving

Mugged on the street
I was robbed of my life
Left with defeat
I finally opened my eyes

People get replaced
There's always a line
Paced as a race
Wanting everything that's mine

People say they care
People also lie
Special as the girl over there
Everything's replaced when something dies.

by Liz Wiseman

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