Mr world you make me sick
And these clocks I hear them tick
Tick tock driving me insane
Stupid boys play Stupid games
Mr world you make me sad
Yet sometimes happy and sometimes glad
I understand now that you revolve around greed
Your souls intolerance makes me bleed
Mr world when will you see?
The trouble that you are causing me
But there is that voice which calls me on
Saying things will change so please hold on
By Sinthu V.