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Bombs

You throw at us with bombs of hurt,

You throw at us with bombs of hurt, Letting us know how much truth and lies can collide.

You throw at us with bombs of hurt, Letting us know how much truth and lies can collide. Throwing your bombs at us from way beside,

You throw at us with bombs of hurt, Letting us know how much truth and lies can collide. Throwing your bombs at us from way beside, You stab us in the back, a smile full of pride.

You look at your handiwork like a pirate without a crime,

You look at your handiwork like a pirate without a crime, Digging up lost treasures and throwing them aside.

You look at your handiwork like a pirate without a crime, Digging up lost treasures and throwing them aside. Without us, you have nowhere to hide,

You look at your handiwork like a pirate without a crime, Digging up lost treasures and throwing them aside. Without us, you have nowhere to hide, And yet you still throw those missiles of acid, bearing hurt felt words in mind.

You let us know just how much you will let fly,

You let us know just how much you will let fly, Letting the mere things go aside,

You let us know just how much you will let fly, Letting the mere things go aside, But when you hear something that bruises your pride,

You let us know just how much you will let fly, Letting the mere things go aside, But when you hear something that bruises your pride, You have no one to blame but the soul of you inside.

But perhaps there will come a day,

But perhaps there will come a day, When all of this will fade and turn out to be a facade.

But perhaps there will come a day, When all of this will fade and turn out to be a facade. Maybe you are doing this for a reason,

But perhaps there will come a day, When all of this will fade and turn out to be a facade. Maybe you are doing this for a reason, Maybe you think this is a joke,

But perhaps there will come a day, When all of this will fade and turn out to be a facade. Maybe you are doing this for a reason, Maybe you think this is a joke, Telling us this with a straight face,

Maybe you think this is a joke, Telling us this with a straight face, Please do not be giving us false dismay.

We look for feedback from people and we appreciate it,

We look for feedback from people and we appreciate it, But when you attack one of us without a shred of remorse,

We look for feedback from people and we appreciate it, But when you attack one of us without a shred of remorse, Are the words you're saying have truth at its core?

We look for feedback from people and we appreciate it, But when you attack one of us without a shred of remorse, Are the words you're saying have truth at its core? Are you lying through a screen, giving us more than a glean of what you are like when lost of sight?

Do you give us false words of news and throw it back in our faces with long awaited drops of dew?

Do you give us false words of news and throw it back in our faces with long awaited drops of dew? You stab a knife right through our back,

Do you give us false words of news and throw it back in our faces with long awaited drops of dew? You stab a knife right through our back, Letting us believe we are off track,

Do you give us false words of news and throw it back in our faces with long awaited drops of dew? You stab a knife right through our back, Letting us believe we are off track, Leaving us with tarnished and hurtful words in tact.

We appreciate what you have to say, As with those words, We can fix without delay. But when we fight back with more than a bruise on our backs, You hunt us down, just you without a pack.

Maybe you are right and your words are true, But telling us this without a how-do-you-do, And instead ripping us from inside with your hurtful words, Knowing just good and well how much we stir in a pot of hurt and heartfelt tears, lost in the world of many fears.

You give us words wrapped in mold, Telling us they can all be sold, But with every purchase, We are left with our heart of gold, Barely able to hold.

You say words that scream in our ears, Pushing the knife further to our hearts, Until we are left with only the dark, Full of misleadings and sharp toothed sharks.

If you do not lie, Maybe we can be able to fly. But when you tell us this, And not just for your stained red pride, What are we supposed to believe when our soiled wings cannot soar in the sky, our unheard cries echoing through the wounds of our sides?

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