Summersong

We're running out of water,
 Summer's turning out to be too hot,
 For going out except in shade.
 The sun keeps rising everyday,
 And I hate how it just stays that way,
 The nights are too short these days.
 I keep on thinking how mankind
 Will shrivel up and burn and die
 If we were fired into the sun.
 The noise cuts off my head some days,
 I wish that I was dead in ways,
 I'm better now, I'm only one.
 but that's just how it's got to be,
 I need to get used to it
 Six billion people think that me
 Is more important than the rest,
 And that's just how it's meant to be,
 There's people living who aren't me.
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