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You wake up each day
and look in the mirror
noticing your face
looks a little
more gray,
Where has your life gone?
what happened
to the sweet young kid
playing tag on the lawn,
That was all long ago
you steadily play on
a one-way track
moving foreward
the past is forgotten
there's no going back,
I wish I could pause
rewind, and reclaim
what I could once see,
I know that's impossible now
I'm lost
sailing on an ocean
with no stars to guide me,
I'm all alone
in the shivering cold
and the salt
from my tears
has been burning my eyes
for years,
Blind wandering through
an endless maze
trying to clear my head
of this haze
so I can make sense
of this mess I made,
How the fuck did I
end up this way?
I can't even look
at the stranger in the mirror
cat's got my tounge,
I have nothing to say,
But I must admit I've
made my mistakes
things I wish
I could erease,
But they've been shaped
and cut from marble
and I'm on display
for the world to see
all the chips
and flaws made
they know I'm worthless
and cast me aside,
Truth is
we all have
our own problems
I don't care what you think
we're gonna end up
in quite graves
so let me be
who I really am, maybe then
I'll have one night of happiness.
and look in the mirror
noticing your face
looks a little
more gray,
Where has your life gone?
what happened
to the sweet young kid
playing tag on the lawn,
That was all long ago
you steadily play on
a one-way track
moving foreward
the past is forgotten
there's no going back,
I wish I could pause
rewind, and reclaim
what I could once see,
I know that's impossible now
I'm lost
sailing on an ocean
with no stars to guide me,
I'm all alone
in the shivering cold
and the salt
from my tears
has been burning my eyes
for years,
Blind wandering through
an endless maze
trying to clear my head
of this haze
so I can make sense
of this mess I made,
How the fuck did I
end up this way?
I can't even look
at the stranger in the mirror
cat's got my tounge,
I have nothing to say,
But I must admit I've
made my mistakes
things I wish
I could erease,
But they've been shaped
and cut from marble
and I'm on display
for the world to see
all the chips
and flaws made
they know I'm worthless
and cast me aside,
Truth is
we all have
our own problems
I don't care what you think
we're gonna end up
in quite graves
so let me be
who I really am, maybe then
I'll have one night of happiness.
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