Sometimes people help others to feel good about themselves
Sometimes they hurt themselves for redemption of their sins
Sometimes I look at the sky and stare at the stars for hours
Sometimes I laugh aloud for I’m bored with all the sorrows
Sometimes they kill millions to make their voices heard
Sometimes we choose courage when left with nothing else to trade
Sometimes we follow the herd hoping they are always right
Sometimes we embrace the hatred in weakness or in fright
Sometimes we hurt those who care for us, because we don’t care
Sometimes we cry alone in the night for no one around to share
Sometimes I want to walk away from this filthy place
Sometimes I wish to find a place with only goodness
-RP
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