I look left and right, I see bright light.
I see the smiles a mile away.
I feel the dramatic pain of change,
I hear the hoorah's along with the bula!
Now I look left and right, I see none but dim light.
I see the hatred and vaped world.
I feel the pain and gain of envy and very little sane.
I hear the crying, the screaming, the triggers..
I see, hear, and feel it all.
Is it wrong or is it right?
Cause now it's either betrayal or bail.
I'm confused on the slang "bang".
I hear shots left and right, that's the only bang I hear.
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