With Eyes Open

Here I am trying to fit,
Watching society falling into the pit,
Blind with money, blind with shit,
You’re all material and that’s it,
Living by appearance, what you called lit,
But what about happiness, what about it,
Mine doesn’t come from a piece of paper,
None of that has made me greater,
I just live life without a tracer,
So, here is my advice, thank me later.

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