I know life can seem like it aint fair
But it kinda doesn't matter cuz you aint there
Your always tryin to make me feel bad
But you forget I have a right to be mad
Your always calling and texting asking me to be together
But you forget this situation aint light like a feather
Your always telling me I need to be nice
But did you forget your the one who put me on ice
Every time i’m with you my stomach still feels queasy
I honestly wish this were easy
I guess it’s finally time I end this
Maybe then i’ll finally feel bliss
But it kinda doesn't matter cuz you aint there
Your always tryin to make me feel bad
But you forget I have a right to be mad
Your always calling and texting asking me to be together
But you forget this situation aint light like a feather
Your always telling me I need to be nice
But did you forget your the one who put me on ice
Every time i’m with you my stomach still feels queasy
I honestly wish this were easy
I guess it’s finally time I end this
Maybe then i’ll finally feel bliss
Deep,deep underwater
Where the deep sea creatures slaughter
There lives a civilization
Where many have a mission
To make the sea a clean place
But the humans always have a hidden ace
Their king called a president
Always places dreams in cement
To lock them with his plunder
And for what; we wonder
We pray for a world of fairness
But many are born cursed with unawareness
This is not the world of the colonists
For the world is dying, scream the ecologists
We want a world where our children may grow
Without questioning whether they go
For the world tells them their pronouns are wrong
For which many aren’t headstrong
They agree and flee
To start their life anew
All for a person they never knew.
Where the deep sea creatures slaughter
There lives a civilization
Where many have a mission
To make the sea a clean place
But the humans always have a hidden ace
Their king called a president
Always places dreams in cement
To lock them with his plunder
And for what; we wonder
We pray for a world of fairness
But many are born cursed with unawareness
This is not the world of the colonists
For the world is dying, scream the ecologists
We want a world where our children may grow
Without questioning whether they go
For the world tells them their pronouns are wrong
For which many aren’t headstrong
They agree and flee
To start their life anew
All for a person they never knew.