I'm Sick from Death by Flower Crown Me A Queen

Am, E

I won't stoop so low and try to sell my soul for just a bit more comfort when I die
When there's people out there who can't afford to wash their hair,
eat or drink or simply live their life at all
And I can't sleep in my bed until they have a place to rest
People over profits is the goal
When no one's dying in the street when they try to fall asleep
That's when I'll finally clear my aching head

I'm sick of the myth that these problems exist
Because people don't try hard enough to live
Why must we struggle to simply exist
I'm sick of surviving, I want to live

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