A very young boy,
and an even younger girl,
Don't know that life is like
chewing on a string of pearls.
They're so innocent,
so damn nieve,
That we tell them lies,
and raise them blind.
We say "what you wish,
is what you'll recieve".
We leave out the work
and we take away need for dreams.
We give them their desires,
without hesitation,
we sing a song of lies,
with a beautiful presentation.
They'll never know...no.
That he'll grow up and lose his hair,
she'll stop eating, but he won't care.
After her nine months of being fat,
she said she had enoguh of that.
He'll live in a cubical,
his wife will be minimal,
and smiles will be no existant.
A young boy,
an even younger girl,
don't know what the world
is really about to do.
to them.
to me.
to you.
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