My today is what I can make it to be
The option of choice is just an illusion to me
I find more comfort in music than any human being
This is the world I see
My today may be different from yours
But in the end death will come knocking on the door
I’m growing up in a lost generation
While yours thinks it has domination
My today is filled with violence and flaw
Because your generation thought it knew it all
Rejecting originality and putting it to shame
Is the way of the human race
My today is not what it should be
Not just with my life but with the world around me
There are children out there thirsty and hungry
Are we just going to kill of the next century
My today is a world of agony
I’m living in a world that is so demanding
Almost everything has some type of consequence
The human race just has too much confidence
My today is not like the past
But I don’t wish for my today to last
We never seem to learn from our mistakes
But I hope to see my today change
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