Over analyse

You tell me that I over analyse

I should accept that the sky is blue

I say YOU TELL ME I over analyse

That I should accept the sky is blue.

She was standing in the line

Baby crying at the time

so she went to the woman at the desk

To see when she would be next

She told her to get back in the line

Or she wouldn’t get paid

That ruined most of her plans for the day…

What did she do to get spoken to that way?

He was a kid

Started boxing to get rid

Of the pain that he hid

He changed his life around

Then in moments his life was taken away

People are still talking about it today

People put down your knives

Stop taking lives.

He was a father a brother and carpenter

But he lost his job in a split second

They found his body on the Monday morning

He was a homeless mystery.

And you tell me to accept that the sea is the sea

You tell me to accept that the sky is blue

The sand is the sand and the grass is the grass

But I don’t accept that this suffering should last.

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