COLD WORLD

When I Write It Makes Me Feel Free
Free To Be Me Nothin In Between
The Paper Does Not Judge Me Or My Words 
Flyin Through The Pages Like A Flock Of Birds
When Will This World Come Together 
Instead Of Sunshine They Prefer The Stormy Weather
Why Do We Hate Each Other So Much
We Treat Each Other Like A Disease Infecting Every one With One Touch 
I Wish Love Was More Contagious
This World Is Getting Out Of Hand Its Outrageous
What Are We Teaching Our Babies
U Wonder Why The World Is Filled With A Bunch Of Crazies
Its Our Fault As A Human Race
Alot Of Opportunity Alot Of Space
Instead Of Love We Choose The Paper To Chase
This World Is So Bitter I Hate The Taste