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By Sydney HVancouver
As cold as the snow
As silent as a cat
As rainy as Niagara Falls
As sick as a rat
As green as a tree
As free as dice
As big as Butchart gardens
As nice as sugar and spice
In autumn there’s a chill, in summer it’s hot
In spring flowers bloom, in winter they cannot
As cold as the snow
As silent as a cat
As rainy as Niagara Falls
As sick as a rat
As green as a tree
As free as dice
As big as Butchart gardens
As nice as sugar and spice
In autumn there’s a chill, in summer it’s hot
In spring flowers bloom, in winter they cannot
Money
Money is a bloodbath ground covered in red.
You fight and fight till you can’t anymore.
Money is a never ending race to the end.
You run and start to get tired but, you never have have enough energy to finish.
Money is an inescapable prison.
You can bang on the walls but nothing will happen.
Money is a black hole sucking you in.
Maybe you’ll scream for help but, even if someone hears they wont care.
Money is a bloodbath ground covered in red.
You fight and fight till you can’t anymore.
Money is a never ending race to the end.
You run and start to get tired but, you never have have enough energy to finish.
Money is an inescapable prison.
You can bang on the walls but nothing will happen.
Money is a black hole sucking you in.
Maybe you’ll scream for help but, even if someone hears they wont care.
The Stage
I enter the stage.
Walking in the dark quiet.
The stage collapses.
I enter the stage.
Walking in the dark quiet.
The stage collapses.
Struggle
The world is not flat.
Maybe one day it will be.
It might just give up.
The world is not flat.
Maybe one day it will be.
It might just give up.
Lonely
Loneliness is hard.
It hits and hits till it can’t.
It hits till you break.
Loneliness is hard.
It hits and hits till it can’t.
It hits till you break.