Requiem 1.3 (Romeo versus Juliet)

You were born unto darkness
Drowning in alcohol to kill the pain
Selling doses on the corner
While your mother was out on the game
Surrounded by misery
You dream of the glitz you’ve seen on the screen
Happiness is not a mystery
If you’ve got the cash you make your place on the scene
Yet every move you make
Is just to settle a score
You give life all you’ve got
And yet it asks you for more
And you feel like you’re done
After all has been said
Once again on the streets
You know you’re better off dead

Better off dead
’cause you’re a bad little poor boy

You were born with immunity
Free to roam and do what ever you want
Can break the law with impunity
So never worry about the do’s or the don’ts
Yet you still live in misery
Buying things to fill the void in your soul
Happiness is a mystery
When you have no purpose or ultimate goal
Yet every move you make
Is a media score
Since you were spat out the cunt
Of one of your Daddy’s whores
And you feel like you’re done
After all has been said
Once again in rehab
You know you’re better off dead

Better off dead
’cause you’re a sad little rich girl

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