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Musings from the mind of a teenager. |
Ill never forget the time you told me the truth I didn't ask for the proof And now I sing this testiment This testiment to youth Double take and triple shots all round It felt like i was proud But now your gone and you've forgetten That one who bled in the crowd Left over thoughts Come crashing back My head hurts from the constant attack Your a fresh reminder that this wont hurt forever Your a fresh reminder that this wont hurt for now Clipping my wings so i cant fly Not by choice but by style Now i have to walk this lonley mile And never try to look back on this pain again Knocking three back i look around I see a child stumble, and fall down The red balloon he holds flies free He stood stil, neither wept nor cried Look at what the begger brings A pocket full of gold and shining things I try to steal everything i can IT felt like murder, a brother, a friend, a man Left over thoughts Come crashing back My head hurts from the constant attack Your a fresh reminder that this wont hurt forever Your a fresh reminder that this wont hurt for now Clipping my wings so i cant fly Not by choice but by style Now i have to walk this lonley mile And never try to look back on this pain again |