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2005-07-19 09:17:04 ET (and to think, I wrote this during the FIRST war with Iraq. how fitting it has become once again) No Pity don't cry for help, don't reach out for assistance, all you'll receive is resentment and resistance. don't call for help, `cause no one will ever answer, compassion's what we're lacking, apathy groes like cancer. you lash out at others, you lash out at yourself, don't you know you shouldn't feel leave your emotions on the shelf no one wants to hear you whine, no one wants to hear you cry, they all say that it's just a line they don't believe you'll really die don't cry for help, don't reach out for assistance, all you'll receive is resentment and resistance. don't call for help, `cause no one will ever answer, compassion's what we're lacking, apathy groes like cancer. you mean nothing to these people, your desperate pleas all go unheard you might as well have a been a Pigmy, you might as well have been a Kurd selfishness has no time for compassion to them you're just a 'bummer' this world has no place for those who dance to the beat of a different drummer don't cry for help, don't reach out for assistance, all you'll receive is resentment and resistance. don't call for help, `cause no one will ever answer, compassion's what we're lacking, apathy groes like cancer. anything unpleasent is ignored, the wretched are looked over. people let their neighbors die a slow death, never leanding a hand, and then they have the nerve to claim to morn. :::finis::: -S |
