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

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Money   Change is in my hand

I want things to be beautiful