Monday, July 16, 2012

playing in my head...

Now and then I pace my place
I can't retrace how I got here
I cheat the light to check my face
It's slightly harder than last year

And all at once it gets hard to take
It gets hard to fake what I won't be
Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised
And it's such a waste to grow up lonely

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