I don't like that my outlook on day to day life is shaped by pessimism and misanthropy, but I can't help that it is.
Nobody ever proposes any good alternatives.

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I don't like that my outlook on day to day life is shaped by pessimism and misanthropy, but I can't help that it is.
Nobody ever proposes any good alternatives.
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~Misanthropist~
I'm never notice of what I made,
I'm never going to grasp the right attention.
Possibly get more views if I shown a little skin.
You wouldn't see my skin as famous tumblr model..
But i'm not always down. In messed up world,
Where nudist most important then poetry.
Most of the town feels, go to school,
study something new about fear,
Suffer the range. Eat lunch alone,
then feel more alone. I would cut my skin,
to feel clear.
It has something to do with hormones,
it runs in the blood. chasing skirts and dollar bills.
What about true friends and protecting territory fields.
We need a new ruler, god isn't doing this right.
Me? no I like being uncrowned.
I would dance to the sound of the river.
I pray to mother nature, for a groove.
But her winds are pushing it, pushing my luck.
Most of the town feels, family and fun, eating meat
from a pigs suffered from a gun. Enjoy welfare, Enjoy forgetting
that leader is nature. I can't wait for my backstabbing friends to be drowned.( I still care about them)
It has something to do with hormones,
it runs in the blood. chasing skirts and dollar bills.
What about true friends and protecting territory fields.
We need a new ruler, god isn't doing this right.
Me? no I like being uncrowned.
So what if dogs chewed on human bones, they tried to swing at me, out of my hands, not my fault.
So I took my misanthropic views to paradise and I'm in love of what I created at school at lunch. part 1.
How for the dervish to come and dance out,
look at their acute swirls in the air. Sounds of a
streaming river, sound of a river going down stream.
The forest composed to night time, not yet a pale moonlight.
So we glow for each other, our restless cheers bloom.
I don't understand how my hugely misanthropic, people hating mother raised a cheerful little weirdo like me. Then she yells at me for being a cheerful little weirdo who loves people.
♫ Existence - Misanthropy ♫