richard poor - nuke

i grew up in a nervous world
where everyday could be the last
so i lived each day as that
yesterday was only the past,

school could only bore me
somehow they could never reach
but the world soon taught me
what the teachers could not teach,

i learned of the violence and anger
from all the beatings i was given
if this is what life was for
why should i care about livin',

that love was not forever
most times it was just a lie
my poor heart was so broken
i forget how to even try,

time was only meaningless
why should i want to keep track
for what good was there in countin',
it was never comin back.

richard poor

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