The Life We’re Living

I could never sell my soul,
But I’d gladly give them you,
I’ll stay where the grass ain’t green,
As long as the money is blue,

Polluted tears fall down my face,
Noticing life for what it is,
While dreams of gold takes place,
I feed off hope from the kids,

We’re all slaves in this group home,
Selling our dreams for what’s free,
Can’t even call my life my own,
But still, I can’t wait to see,

I constantly wonder why,
But then I look to the sky,
As the rain falls down,
The sun somehow always shines,

This is reality,
It’s not much but I guess we’ll still survive.

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