I want things to be beautiful
I forgot things could be beautiful
I forgot it was a option
I had given up hope
I want things to be beautiful
I forgot that things were beautiful
I forgot it was a option
I had given up hope
I'm giving up hope
That maybe it could change
That maybe there are options
It could take a different shape
It might not survive the change
But it could survive the change
Will we survive to stay the same?
One thousandth prison in my eyes
I've seen these lonely deaths be died
I'm no stranger to the sight
It doesn't even move me
I'm the type to keep it pushing
I wouldn't be here if I wasn't
I'll walk to work past wasted bodies
I hardly even mind
Change is in my hand
Money changes in my hand
Is in my hand
Money, change is in my hand
I want things to be beautiful

my etf2l: https://etf2l.org/forum/user/148578/