Huma(n)

What if my problem with violence is that I'm scared that I'll like it try it resent that I'm tryina be
better despite it
Still tryina to fight it or hide it, I'm dying from lying to the people who can't see that
nothing will matter
If murder feels normal, then normal is horrid
Horrible to the core I still hate that I can't care about you but
something is wrong with with this system that loves to be hated

Hands that belong to your own
Killing is all that you know
Say what you want about me
Somebody help I can't breathe

Why'd you wanna hate them
If skin makes a difference
Then why don't you listen
Instead of just breaking
The people who can't even
voice their opinion
I'm tired of this sickness

Hands that belong to your own
Killing is all that you know
Say what you want about me
Somebody help I can't breathe

Hands that belong to your own
Killing is all that you know
Say what you want about me
Somebody help I can't breathe

Hands that belong to your own
Killing is all that you know
Say what you want about me
Somebody help I can't breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Garcia
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