For I was a New Bee

Tired of hectic life in this world; doing chores at my home, waiting for the drugs; Looking forward for the time, It wasn't only the 4th day which didn't make me happy; Instead day to day crushed my motivation and my lady; Going through the paper, complaining people and haters; Caught under the worst situation, nothing else left but only trust breakers; You searching for true love but all you find is a vamp; Seducing bastards and then doing it under the lamp; They say unexpected intrusion of beauty is what is life, I say screw you and your thoughts 'cause this ain't my life; Our folks were wrong to despair, hard feelings is what they get; What did our sods do, enduring hardships that I bet; Disparaging remarks and blaming us is what hypers me; Dead bodies catching the bullets and I use them to shield me; Trying to wipe them off the earth but it ain't my obligation, For I can't be utterly right but for them it was a desperation; taking lives is what they want, saving lives is what we need;
And our need must be fulfilled 'cause its top ranked than your meaningless deeds; Remember the flap of your torn flag, blasted into fragments; It wasn't a breeze or a gale but they followed their statements.
My first ever Writing. I wrote this for a song which I never sang.