Winds of Waste

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Why whisper
When you have something to say to me
Why stay in silence
When you're filled with hatred
Why bring yourself so low
When you could've been
Something brighter than the stars

Do you really have to hurt me?
Do you really have to put me down?
Do you really have to make me
Feel ever so low of myself?

In everytime we'd meet
You always talk about love
Justice
Peace
Compassion
"All of the good things
That this world lacks of"
You would say

But tell me
Do you really love?
Do you really fight for justice?
Do you really believe in peace?
Do you really sell compassion?

These tears in my eyes
They're not of your words
They're of the future we could've had
What a waste
Of something so beautiful

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