Deprived

Why do I fight the wrong war? Can't I just turn away? Or is it too late to back away from a game thats already been conceived?

We have reached the end of our lines
We won't have any chance to be revived.
Our things are being taken out one by one
The world is leaving us deprived.

Or atleast my world is leaving me once again
In a place I will have to pick myself back up
It seems impossible when you have nowhere to go
Sleeping on a corner like a waisted trollop.

All because you couldn't let go of your hard head
Not thinking whats best for me in this harsh place
You just love watching me fall down
A never ending, heartache of a staircase.

Your suppose to be the one I turn to
The one that always leaves me to be thrived
But you have given up on yourself if not everyone else
You have torn me away from the good world, deprived.

And all the times I picked my head up off the ground
You sat there and didn't say any warm thoughts
Instead you made me feel sorry for your misery
Pulling my condfidence down, to be one with your naughts.

For I am a broken soldier fighting the wrong war
The war of your insanity that which you've connived
I was suppose to be aiming for the stars
But instead you leave me at the bottom, deprived.

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[bluessadmood]

We have reached the end of our lines
We won't have any chance to be revived.
Our things are being taken out one by one
The world is leaving us deprived.
For I am a broken soldier fighting the wrong war
The war of your insanity that which you've connived
I was suppose to be aiming for the stars
But instead you leave me at the bottom, deprived.
You are fighting a wrong war ..i remember once telling you exactly that its a war
you dont have to fight..i think you are going the wrong direction ..off course its
your life..but you are gifted ..its really a waste to leave all that behind
its really a waste..this is so sad its like being stuck in a corner
but no the way out is very clear ..but you have to decide
wonderful..but sad